‘Baggage!  Slut!’ said Mrs Pipkin; ’after all I’ve done for you, just as one as though you were my own flesh and blood.’

‘I’ve worked for it, I suppose;—­haven’t I?’ rejoined Ruby.

’You send for your things to-morrow, for you don’t come in here no more.  You ain’t nothing to me no more nor no other girl.  But I’d ’ve saved you, if you’d but a’ let me.  As for you,’—­and she looked at Sir Felix,—­’only because I’ve lodgings to let, and because of the lady upstairs, I’d shake you that well, you’d never come here no more after poor girls.’  I...