The British Are Coming

The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
It proceeded from Miss Pross, the wild red woman, strong of hand, whose acquaintance he had first made at the Royal George Hotel at Dover, and had since improved. ¡¡¡¡"I should have thought-" Mr. Lorry began. ¡¡¡¡"Pooh! You'd have thought!" said Miss Pross; and Mr. Lorry left off. ¡¡¡¡"How do you do?" inquired that lady then- sharply, and yet as if to express that she bore him no malice. ¡¡¡¡"I am pretty well, I thank you," answered Mr. Lorry,
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with meekness; "how are you?" ¡¡¡¡"Nothing to boast of," said Miss Pross. ¡¡¡¡"Indeed?" ¡¡¡¡"Ah! indeed!" said Miss Pross. "I am very much put out about my Ladybird." ¡¡¡¡"Indeed?" ¡¡¡¡"For gracious sake say something else besides 'indeed,' or you'll fidget me to death," said Miss Pross: whose character (dissociated from stature) was shortness. ¡¡¡¡"Really, then?" said Mr. Lorry, as an amendment.