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She
was a big, brawny, elderly woman with large bony hands, and a face
that had hard and heavy features, which were dotted here and there
with discolored warts. Her dress was slatternly and somewhat dirty. A
soiled linen cap covered a mop of streaky hair, mouse-colored and
unkempt.
"He's backset and foreset," she said in a low tone. "Ey, eye; he's
made a sad mull on't."
Mrs. Garth purred to herself as she lifted another pile of gorse on to
the crackling fire.
Joe answered with a grating laugh, and then with a burr he applied a
towel to his face.
"Nay, nay, mother. He has a gay bit of gumption in him, has Ray. It'll
be no kitten play to catch hold on him, and _they_ know that _they_
do."
The emphasis was accompanied by a lowered tone, and a sidelong motion
of the head towards a doorway that led out of the kitchen.
"Kitten play or cat play, it's dicky with him; nought so sure, Joey,"
said Mrs. Garth; and her cold eyes sparkled as she purred again with
satisfaction.
"That's what you're always saying," said Joe testily; "but it never
comes to anything and never will.


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