The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
"God forbid!" said the young man under his breath. And then he asked, rather longingly, "D'you think they'll be out long now, Mr. Bunting?"
And Bunting woke up to a due sense of hospitality. "Sit down, sit down; do!" he said hastily. "I don't believe they'll be very long. They've only got a little bit of shopping to do."
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And then, in a changed, in a ringing, nervous tone, he asked, "And how about your job, Joe? Nothing new, I take it? I suppose you're all just waiting for the next time?"
"Aye - that's about the figure of it." Chandler's voice had also changed; it was now sombre, menacing. "We're fair tired of it - beginning to wonder when it'll end, that we are!"
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