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‘
Now
,
’
said
the
milkman
to
a
very
youthful
servant
girl
.
‘
Has
that
there
little
bill
of
mine
been
heerd
on
?
’
‘
Oh
,
master
says
he
’
ll
attend
to
it
immediate
,
’
was
the
reply
.
‘
Because
,
’
said
the
milkman
,
going
on
as
if
he
had
received
no
answer
,
and
speaking
,
as
I
judged
from
his
tone
,
rather
for
the
edification
of
somebody
within
the
house
,
than
of
the
youthful
servant
—
an
impression
which
was
strengthened
by
his
manner
of
glaring
down
the
passage
—
‘
because
that
there
little
bill
has
been
running
so
long
,
that
I
begin
to
believe
it
’
s
run
away
altogether
,
and
never
won
’
t
be
heerd
of
.
Now
,
I
’
m
not
a
going
to
stand
it
,
you
know
!
’
said
the
milkman
,
still
throwing
his
voice
into
the
house
,
and
glaring
down
the
passage
.
As
to
his
dealing
in
the
mild
article
of
milk
,
by
the
by
,
there
never
was
a
greater
anomaly
.
His
deportment
would
have
been
fierce
in
a
butcher
or
a
brandy
-
merchant
.
The
voice
of
the
youthful
servant
became
faint
,
but
she
seemed
to
me
,
from
the
action
of
her
lips
,
again
to
murmur
that
it
would
be
attended
to
immediate
.
‘
I
tell
you
what
,
’
said
the
milkman
,
looking
hard
at
her
for
the
first
time
,
and
taking
her
by
the
chin
,
‘
are
you
fond
of
milk
?
’
‘
Yes
,
I
likes
it
,
’
she
replied
.
‘
Good
,
’
said
the
milkman
.
‘
Then
you
won
’
t
have
none
tomorrow
.
D
’
ye
hear
?
Not
a
fragment
of
milk
you
won
’
t
have
tomorrow
.
’
I
thought
she
seemed
,
upon
the
whole
,
relieved
by
the
prospect
of
having
any
today
.
The
milkman
,
after
shaking
his
head
at
her
darkly
,
released
her
chin
,
and
with
anything
rather
than
good
-
will
opened
his
can
,
and
deposited
the
usual
quantity
in
the
family
jug
.
This
done
,
he
went
away
,
muttering
,
and
uttered
the
cry
of
his
trade
next
door
,
in
a
vindictive
shriek
.
‘
Does
Mr
.
Traddles
live
here
?
’
I
then
inquired
.
A
mysterious
voice
from
the
end
of
the
passage
replied
‘
Yes
.
’
Upon
which
the
youthful
servant
replied
‘
Yes
.
’
