It was he that made me drop the jug; you remember, miss, I
had to come back for another. I told you about it at the time. When I went
out again with a fresh jug he was waiting for me, he followed me to the
'Greyhound' and wanted to pay for the beer--not likely that I'd let him; I
told them to put it on the slate, and that I'd pay for it to-morrow. I
didn't speak to him on leaving the bar, but he followed me to the gate. He
wanted to know what I'd been doing all the time. Then my temper got the
better of me, and I said, 'Looking after your child.' 'My child!' says he.
'So there's a child, is there?'"
"I think you told me that he married one of the young ladies at the place
you were then in situation?"
"Young lady! No fear, she wasn't no young lady. Anyway, she was too good
or too bad for him; for they didn't get on, and are now living separate."
"Does he speak about the child? Does he ask to see him?"
"Lor', yes, miss; he'd the cheek to say the other day that we'd make him
our child--our child, indeed! and after all these years I've been working
and he doing nothing."
"Perhaps he might like to do something for him; perhaps that's what he's
thinking of."
"No, miss, I know him better than that. That's his cunning; he thinks
he'll get me through the child."
"In any case I don't see what you'll gain by refusing to speak to him; if
you want to do something for the child, you can.
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