I sat down heavily and laid my hand on my heart.

She didn't seem, however, to be troubled with any sympathetic feelings,

for I heard her mumble something about, "Why do folks climb stairs when

they can't manage 'em?"

"But who has shown you up to me, then," she continued.

I could see it would be difficult for me, if not impossible, to get into

conversation with this unpleasant woman, as she apparently had not yet

had her "morning drop," and was therefore not amenable to any friendly

approach.

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