"You shall be paid, sir," said Mr Lawrence.,
Maurice was compelled to quicken his steps in order to keep up to the long strides of the anxious woman. Suddenly he halted. "Missis Wilson," he said, "you fergot to take that last pan o' cookies out'a the oven.",
"Please sir, don't whip her," he said, pleadingly. "I'll own up. It was me that put the sulphur in the stove.".
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