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CHAPTER SIX-2
“I will write what you tell me,” Kasia said, “but I think you are all behaving very badly.” Bill laughed scornfully. “Badly! Wot’s bad be th’ Dook’s got money – bags o’ it – an’ us got nothin’! That’s wot’s bad!” “Ow, come on, let ’er get on wiv’ it,” one of the other men said, “Luke’ll be ’ere in a minute an’ ’e can take t’letter t’th’ old mill.” “’ “’E’ll walk quick enough,” Bill replied. “’E’ll ’ave t’take th’ wagon back ter where us took it from.” He spoke impatiently as he put down the paper and pen beside Kasia. She was sitting up with her back against the wall as she said, “It is going to be difficult to write like this. Have you a box or something I can rest the paper on?” “Ow dear – Oi jes’ remembered! We ain’t smartened it up fer yer Ladyship!” the man said mockingly. B
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