The Grinder Papers — page 142: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 137 Pamely,” or ‘‘ My angel,” or ‘‘Sweetest,” or suthin’ o’ the sort. She must a answered the hull o’’em, tu. They warn’t signed reg lar—the villain was tu deep for that—and the enve- loyps was torn; but I knowed ‘twas Pamely Pondicherry they was writ tu, and I knowed now what kind o’ critter she must be. Sez I to myselt, “ Charity Grinder, what is your duty tu du in this here?” | And sez I, in answer, ‘‘ You should feel tu be thankful howt its been throwed in your way tu accidentally diskiver iniquity, and you should tell Mr. Pondicherry how't he’s been nourishin’ a viper intu his buzzum tu the fust oppertunity. ” Sez I, ‘‘I will.” : And I put the rest o the letters back, and locked the desk, and put the others under my piller, and slept the sleep o con- scious respectability. Next mornin’ J was up airly, washed and combed, and cleaned my teeth before the clock struck six. Then 1 went down, and sot in the parlor until I heerd Mr. Pondicherry comin’ past. He allers took his breaktwist before anybody else, so's tu be off in ~ season. She was a reg’lar sleepy head—never ris till nine. When [ heerd him, I steps out, and sez I: ‘Mr. Pondicherry, I'd like tu hev a few minutes o private conversation with you.” Sez he, ‘‘Sartainly, Miss Grinder.” And in he comes, and I shuts the door, and sez I: ‘It's my painful duty for tu reveal a very aflictin’ circum- (@) com Dooks m