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Title: Our mutual friend
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Dickens, Charles, 1837-1896, ed
Subjects: Inheritance and succession Social classes Poor families Deception
Publisher: New York, London, Macmillan
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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retty ! said the old man with a clap of hishands. Most elegant taste. Glad you like em, returned Miss Wren, loftily. For thefun is, godmother, how I make the great ladies try my dresses on.Though its the hardest part of my business, and would be, even ifmy back were not bad and my legs queer. He looked at her as not understanding what she said. Bless you, godmother, said Miss Wren, I have to scud abouttown at all hours. If it was only, sitting at my bench, cutting outand sewing, it would be comparatively easy work; but its thetrying-on by the great ladies that takes it out of me. How, the trying-on? asked Riah. What a mooney godmother you are, after all! returned MissWren. Look here. Theres a Drawing Room, or a grand day inthe Park, or a Show, or a Fete, or what you like. Veiy well. Isqueeze among the crowd, and I look about me. When I see agreat lady very suitable for my business, I say, Youll do, mydear! and I take particular notice of her, and run home and cut ■iiiif^^M li^H^iiiS
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TRYING ON FOR THE DOLLS DRESSMAKER. 2e 418 OUR MUTUAL FRIEND. her out and baste her. Then another day, I come scudding bacTcagain to try on, and then I take particular notice of her again.Sometimes she plainly seems to say, How that little creature isstaring! and sometimes likes it and sometimes dont, but muchmore often yes than no. All the time I am only saying to myself, I must hollow out a bit here; I must slope away there; and Iam making a perfect slave of her, with making her try on mydolls dress. Evening parties are severer work for me, becausetheres only a doorway for a full view, and what with hobblingamong the wheels of the carriages and the legs of the horses, Ifully expect to be run over some night. However, there I haveem, just the same. When they go bobbing into the hall from thecairiage, and catch a glimpse of my little physiognomy poked outfrom behind a policemans cape in the rain, I dare say they thinkI am wondering and admiring with all my eyes and heart, but theylitt

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