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ON GUARD.
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I'd be set up for th' rest o' my days, if she'd offer 'em to me."
"Thy ways an' mine is na loike," said Joan. "I want no gentlefolks finery. An' I tell you she would na offer 'em to me."
"I nivver con mak' thee out," Liz said, in a fret. "Tha'rt as grand as if tha wur a lady thy sen. Tha'lt tak' nowt fro' nobody."
"Wheer's th' choild?" asked Joan.
"She's laid on th' bed," said Liz. "She wur so heavy she tired me an' I gave her a rose-bud to play wi' an' left her. She has na cried sin'. Eh! but these is a noice color," bending her pretty, large-eyed face over the flowers, and inhaling their perfume; "I wish I had a bit o' ribbon loike 'em."
