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“
Where
do
you
live
,
my
child
?
”
“
Paradise
Row
,
”
she
answered
;
“
next
door
to
the
Adam
and
Eve
—
down
the
area
.
”
“
Whom
do
you
live
with
?
”
he
asked
.
“
My
wicked
old
grannie
,
”
she
replied
.
“
You
shouldn
’
t
call
your
grannie
wicked
,
”
said
the
gentleman
.
“
But
she
is
,
”
said
the
girl
,
looking
up
confidently
in
his
face
.
“
If
you
don
’
t
believe
me
,
you
can
come
and
take
a
look
at
her
.
”
The
words
sounded
rude
,
but
the
girl
’
s
face
looked
so
simple
that
the
gentleman
saw
she
did
not
mean
to
be
rude
,
and
became
still
more
interested
in
her
.
“
Still
you
shouldn
’
t
say
so
,
”
he
insisted
.
“
Shouldn
’
t
I
?
Everybody
calls
her
wicked
old
grannie
—
even
them
that
’
s
as
wicked
as
her
.
You
should
hear
her
swear
.
There
’
s
nothing
like
it
in
the
Row
.
Indeed
,
I
assure
you
,
sir
,
there
’
s
ne
’
er
a
one
of
them
can
shut
my
grannie
up
once
she
begins
and
gets
right
a
-
going
.
You
must
put
her
in
a
passion
first
,
you
know
.
It
’
s
no
good
till
you
do
that
—
she
’
s
so
old
now
.
How
she
do
make
them
laugh
,
to
be
sure
!
”
