The Craze of Christina — page 37: what you’re looking at

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The Craze of Christina. 33 But Docker stood firm and immovable, he had no intention of going away. ‘*Well, what is it? Who is it? What on earth do you want? Can’t you speak? cried Clifford irritably. “Certainly, Mr. Clifford, | am waitin’ on pur- pose for to speak. ‘There is some one wishes to see you.” “Who is it?”’ “That there Mr. George Jones as I told you about, has just called round.”’ ‘“‘Your cousin, you mean?”’ ‘‘He do happen to be my cousin,’ replied Docker with much dignity, ‘“‘but it’s not by rea- son of that, sir; itis that having heard as you was lookin’ out for a decorator, contractor, plumber and carpenter to restore this house accordin’, 1 may add, to your uncle’s will, as others no doubt have heard also,’’ added Docker, glancing significantly and viciously at the feminine intruders, ‘““George Jones, as hon- est 4 man as any man on earth—have called to proffer his services.”’ “Tell him to go to the devil.”’ “He = not do that, sir, until he has spoken to you.”’ ‘*Ask him to wait, then,’’ amended Clifford with lamentable weakness, 9? Conniclaoolks.eco