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The Unclassed by George Gissing
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It was about four in the afternoon when Sally reached home, and she
ran up at once to Ida's room, and burst in, crying out, "I've got
it! I've got it!" with much dancing about and joyous singing. Ida
rose with a faint smile of welcome. She had been sitting at the
window, reading a book lent her by Waymark.

"They said they liked my appearance," Sally went on, "and 'ud give
me a try. I go in to-morrow. It won't be a over easy place, neither.
I've to do all the cleaning in the house, and there's a baby to look
after when I'm not in the shop."

"And what will they give you?"

"Ten shillings a month for the first half-year; then a rise."

"And you're satisfied?"

"Oh, it'll do till something better turns up. Oh, I say, I met your
friend just after I'd come away."

"Did you?" said Ida quietly.

"Yes; and I told him he could tell his friend where I was, if he
liked."

"His friend?"

"The Irishman, you know," explained Sally, moving about the room. "I
told you he'd been asking after me."
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