tapestry workshop.
‘I liked the inspector,’ said Gertrude Winfarthing dreamily, as, with the housemaid, she stripped the now- vacant bed. ‘Give me a ten-bob note he did, which is more than half of them do. An’ he got a twinkle in his eye… Did you notice his twinkle, Irene? I reckon a girl like me could do worse than marry a man like that, spite of his being fiftyish and always got a pipe in his mouth…’
And she kept her piece of mistletoe for quite a long time afterwards.
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