“A flirt, am I?” exclaimed Mary Ann, under notice to go. “Well, I knows
them as flirts more than I do, and with less excuse.” She shot a spiteful
look at her mistress, and added, “I’m better looking than you. More
handsome… ’Ow do I know? Your husband told me so.”
“That will do,” said her mistress frigidly.
“But I ain’t finished yet!” retorted Mary Ann. “I can give a better kiss
than you! Want to know who told me that, ma’am?”
“If you mean to suggest that my husband—”
“No, it wasn’t your husband this time,” said Mary Ann. “It was your
chauffeur.”
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