The Grinder Papers — page 232: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 227 Sez I, ‘‘Isha’n’t. Let him guess.” ‘‘Well,” sez she, ‘‘doctor, you tell him.” bd “‘T don’t know myself, my dear,” sez the doctor. Sez she, ‘‘ Massy me!” Sez I, ‘‘Don’t tell me, Miss Kobbles, how’t_you've forgot !” Sez she, ‘‘ Don’t say _you hev, Charity.” I sot down onto a cheer, and couldn’t speak. I didnt know which was which any more’n the rest did ; and what's more I never did know, and never expect to. Mr. Slum, junior, stood and stared. Mr. Slum, senior, pulled ontu his hair. | “Tell me which is my child,” sez he. Sead. ** t-can’t..” Sez Doctor Kobbles, ‘‘Z can’t. Perhaps instinct may teach +3 ‘‘Instinct be bothered,” sez Mr. Slum. ‘‘ Tell me which is my offspring.” ‘““Tt’s past the power o’ man, unless the clothes is marked,” sez the doctor. Sez I, ‘‘ We'll find out by them.” But come tu look /Zey were mixed up, tu. Some o’ one’s on this, and some o’ t others on that. Well, Mr. Slum, senior, tore his hair, and pounded his head until he skeered us ; and Mr. Slum, junior, sez: | ‘« Pa, sence it cant be helped, make the best on’t. One baby is the same as-another, a’most.” Sez the old gentleman ; GEomilcboo “S m