Go!
won't I just go, I dispises your puddens and pies!" and with a laugh of
scorn this rude Maria snapped her black fingers in the immediate vicinity
of the Campaigner's nose.
"I will pay her her wages, and she shall go this instant!" says Mrs.
Mackenzie, taking her purse out.
"Pay me with them suvverings that you have got in it, wrapped up in
paper. See if she haven't, Mr. Newcome," the refractory waiting-woman
cried out, and again she laughed a strident laugh.
Mrs. Mackenzie briskly shut her portemonnaie, and rose up from table,
quivering with indignant virtue. "Go!" she exclaimed, "go and pack your
trunks this instant! you quit the house this night, and a policeman shall
see to your boxes before you leave it!"
Whilst uttering this sentence against the guilty Maria, the Campaigner
had intended, no doubt, to replace her purse in her pocket,--a handsome
filagree gimcrack of poor Ross's, one of the relics of former
splendours,--but, agitated by Maria's insolence, the trembling hand
missed the mark, and the purse fell to the ground.
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