Exact."
"Wot?" I ses, looking 'im up and down. "You stand there and 'ave the
impudence to tell me that my voice is like that?"
"I do," he ses.
"Then I'm sorry for you," I ses. "I thought you'd got more sense."
He stood looking at me and gnawing 'is finger, and by and by he ses,
"Are you married?" he ses.
"I am," I ses, very short.
"Where do you live?" he ses.
I told 'im.
"Very good," he ses; "p'r'aps I'll be able to convince you arter all.
By the way, wot do you call your wife? Missis?"
"Yes," I ses, staring at him. "But wot's it got to do with you?"
"Nothing," he ses. "Nothing. Only I'm going to try the poll-parrot
voice and the sawdust walk on her, that's all. If I can deceive 'er
that'll settle it."
"Deceive her?" I ses. "Do you think I'm going to let you go round to
my 'ouse and get me into trouble with the missis like that? Why, you
must be crazy; that dancing must 'ave got into your 'ead."
"Where's the 'arm?" he ses, very sulky.
"'Arm?" I ses. "I won't 'ave it, that's all; and if you knew my missis
you'd know without any telling."
"I'll bet you a pound to a sixpence she wouldn't know me," he ses, very
earnest.
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