[In Luck at Last by Walter Besant]@TWC D-Link bookIn Luck at Last CHAPTER XII 21/26
How did it get there ?" In fact, it was not exactly London slang, but a patois or dialect, learned partly from her husband, partly from her companions, and partly brought from Gloucester. "I don't know--I never asked.
It came wrapped up in brown paper, perhaps, with a string round it." "You have lived in America all your life, and you look more like an Englishwoman than any other girl I have ever seen." "Do I? So much the better for the English girls; they can't do better than take after me.
But perhaps--most likely, in fact--you think that American girls all squint, perhaps, or have got humpbacks? Anything else ?" "You were brought up in a little American village, and yet you play in the style of a girl who has had the best masters." She did not explain--it was not necessary to explain--that her master had been her father who was a teacher of music. "I can't help it, can I ?" she asked; "I can't help it if I turned out different to what you expected.
People sometimes do, you know.
And when you don't approve of a girl, it's English manners, I suppose, to tell her so--kind of encourages her to persevere, and pray for better luck next time, doesn't it? It's simple too, and prevents any foolish errors--no mistake afterward, you see.
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