Thyrza by George Gissing
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and he never come near when father died, and I had to look out for
myself. Now, he'd like to make a lady of me; he'll wait a long time till he gets the chance!' 'But wouldn't it be nice, Totty?' Thyrza asked, doubtfully. 'I'd sooner live in my own way, thank you. Fancy me havin' to sit proper at a table, afraid to eat an' drink! What's the use o' livin', if you don't enjoy yourself?' They were interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by the appearance of Annie West, a less wholesome-looking girl than Totty, but equally vivacious. 'Well, will you come to the "Prince Albert," Thyrza?' Totty asked. 'I can't stay long,' was the answer; 'but I'll go for a little while.' The house of entertainment was at no great distance. They passed through the bar and up into a room on the first floor, where a miscellaneous assembly was just gathering. Down the middle was a long table, with benches beside it, and a round-backed chair at each end; other seats were ranged along the walls. At the upper end of the room an arrangement of dirty red hangings--in the form of a canopy, surmounted by a lion and unicorn, of pasteboard--showed that festive meetings were regularly held here. Round about were pictures of hunting incidents, of racehorses, of politicians and pugilists, interspersed with advertisements of beverages. A piano occupied one corner. |
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