GINGER. (_Is pouring it out_.)

JAWBONES. Know why yer doing it?

GINGER. (_With shrill indignation_.) Yus. Becos yer got me ’ere alone,

yer beast, with only that cracked image of a Mrs. Chinn—

JAWBONES. That’ll do.

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