Feed the Brute by George Paston

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Author
George Paston
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Forgotten Books
Date of release
Pages
28
ISBN
9781332127276
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Excerpt from Feed the Brute

Mrs. Pottle (deeply interested). Ah! And what had she got to say to that?

Mrs. W. She seemed a bit put out, though my aunt's sister-in-law told her the same. But when her legs began to swell -

Mrs. P. (with increased enjoyment). Ah-h, we all know what that means. A real polished oak coffin, you said?

Mrs. W. (importantly). Yes, with best brass handles, and name-plate inlaid, no expense spared - flowers and plumes and everything the heart could wish, though it took every bit of the insurance money, and then we had to pawn the mangle.

Mrs. P. (clucks admiringly). Well, you could not have done more for her if she'd been a countess.

Mrs. W. Thought you'd like a mourning card. (Takes card out of an envelope.)

Mrs. P. (taking it in her apron). Well now, ain't that handsome! Black and silver! You may well say there was no expense spared. What's this - looks like a hat box?

Mrs. W. Broken column. The undertaker recommended that.

Mrs. P. What's the tex'? (Reading.) "To live in the hearts of those we leave behind is not to die." I always did like that tex'. We had it for my great-aunt, Mrs. Twigg, what kept the fried fish shop in Church Street.

Mrs. W. (slightingly). Never heard of her. ... I wanted, "Ow for the touch of a vanished hand, and the sound of a voice that is still." More classy, I thought. But they said we'd better keep that for father. He'll be the next to go, and it'll be a blessed relief. ... What you got there?

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