D'RI AND I
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"No haste," said his Lordship, more pleasantly than ever. "Stand by and wait my orders."
"D' ye wan' t' know whut I think o' you?" said D'ri, looking down at him, his eyes opening wide, his brow wrinkling into long furrows.
"I make a condition," said his Lordship: "do not flatter me."
"Yer jest a low-lived, mis'able, wuthless pup," said D'ri,
"Away with them!" said his Lordship, flicking the ashes off a cigarette as he rose and walked hurriedly out of the room.
