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Casual Acquaintance. "Hear you're to be Married, Mr. Ribbes.
Congratulate you!"
Mr. Ribbes. "Much obliged, but I dunno so much about Congratulations.
It's corstin'
me a pretty Penny, I tell yer. Mrs. Ribbes as is to be, she wants 'er
Trousseau, yer
know; an' then there's the Furnishin', an' the Licence, an' the Parson's Fees;
an' then I 'ave to give 'er an' 'er Sister a bit o' Jool'ry a-piece; an' wot
with one
thing an' another—she's a 'eavy Woman, yer know, Thirteen Stun odd—well, I
reckon
she'll 'a corst me pretty near Two-an'-Eleven a Pound afore I git 'er
'Ome!"
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