The things we do!

Mason had heard he was not much liked in those parts. "Dead and gone, was
he, poor man?" (This came in reply to a hint from Keziah, the attendant,
bawled in the old lady's ears, who was very deaf.) "Well, well, we must
all go; and if we were all good, like the Colonel, what was the use of
staying? I hope his wife will be good. I am sure such a good man deserves
one," added Mrs. Mason.
The ladies thought the old woman doting, led thereto by the remark of
Keziah, the maid, that Mrs. Mason have a lost her memory. And she asked
who the other bonny lady was, and Ethel told her that Mrs. Pendennis was
a friend of the Colonel's and Clive's.
"Oh, Clive's friend! Well, she was a pretty lady, and he was a dear
pretty boy. He drew those pictures; and he took off me in my cap, with my
old cat and all--my poor old cat that's buried this ever so long ago."
"She has had a letter from the Colonel, miss," cries out Keziah. "Haven't
you had a letter from the Colonel, mum? It came only yesterday.


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