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‘Rude? You said, “rude.” How was she rude?’¥ê¥¤¥Ç¥¥¥¥¤¥¤Keeling suddenly pointed an awful forefinger at her.¯¥¤¥¥¨¥à¥¤¥¤¥‘I adore my new parish,’ he said. ‘I was almost afraid when I took the living I should find too little to do. But coming home late last night from a bedside, if I saw one drunken man I must have seen twenty, some roaring drunk, some simply stupidly drunk, dear fellows! I asked two of them to come home with me, and have another drink, and there was I in the middle with two drunken lads, one with a black eye, reeling along Alfred Street. I don’t know what my parishioners must have thought of their new pastor. You should seen my housekeeper’s face, when I{56} told her that I had brought two friends home with me.’¤µ©¥äá

‘I shall have to then, if he asks me,’ she said. ‘Or couldn’t you manage to steal it?’¥¤¤¥×¤£¤¥¥Mrs Keeling instantly saw that this was a joke.{55}¤¥¥£òµ‘I see you can work quickly as well as carefully,’ he said.¥§²¤¥¥Â¤¤

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�ó¥¥¹¤îì‘Oh, you just wait till he does, and that won’t be a very long wait,’ she said. ‘You think you’ll be shy and nervous, but you won’t when your turn comes. I’ll be bound you like him well enough really.’ô¥¥¥Â¹£¤¤�¤¤ò©¤ÃÒ²

�¥¬ÚÉ»�¤¤ÛÕ±‘And he got better?’ asked Mrs Keeling, with breathless interest, but feeling that this was very daring conversation.Ȥ¤

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