A WEEK LATER
Its been a week of sorrer and disthress since Minnie Carnavan cam to
visit me. Shure theres been no more peace or cumfort in me brest. She do
be the most obstreprus crachure in the warld, shsticking her auld nose
into ivvrywan’s thrubbles and ristliss and onhappy widout shes making
mischiff. Ivery nite since Minnie cum there do be thrubble of sum sort.
Shes after making the lives of the poor yung crachures disthressful, by
interfeering in their innersint convysashun. Ivery nite whin I streches
out me weery tired body upon me bed I lissen to the words of Minnie.
Mr. Doodley do be a rascal and a scallywag. He do be desining to rooin
the life of Miss Claire. Its me thats a sinful crachure for not exposing
thim to her parents and brothers, and its she Minnie Carnavan, who will
seek counsil of her holy father confisser, whos no wan but hersilf. Its
ny to busting she is wid keeping the sacred of the puir yung crachures
love affare, and its tired I am wid me indliss attimpts to conthrol her.
And now its in dred and feer I am that something dredful is about to
happen.
To-nite whin Minnie was lissening at the dure, wid her eer pricked up
aginst the keyhole of me private dyning-room, Mr. Dudley suddenly opens
the dure. He has a bottle in his hand, and as he opens it Minnie falls
at his feet.
“Is there a cat here?” ses he, and shqirts the silzer wather in her
face.
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