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Among undistinguished young persons Thomasine was pre-eminent. She wasonly Farmer Chegwidden's "help"; that is to say, general servant.Undistinguished young persons will do anything that is menial under thetitle of "help," which as a servant they would shrink from. To the lowerclasses there is much in a name. Thomasine knew nothing. She was just awork-a-day girl, eating her meals, sleeping; knowing there was somethingcalled a character which for some inexplicable reason it was necessaryto keep; dreaming of a home of her own some day, but not having thesense to realise that it would mean a probably drunken husband on a fewshillings a week, and a new gift from the gods to feed each year;comprehending the delights of fairs, general holidays, and evenings out;perceiving that it was pleasant to have her waist squeezed and her mouthkissed; understanding also the charm in being courted in a ditch withthe temperature below freezing-point. That was nearly all Thomasineknew. Plenty of animals know more. Her conversation consisted chiefly in"ees" and "no."
The insult was sufficient. The Anglican postman was walking away, havingfought a good fight for the faith that was in him, by virtue of twoshillings a week for various duties, and his Opponent seizing theopportunity attacked him vigorously from the rear. Peter and Marywatched the conflict, and their savage souls rejoiced. This was betterthan all the pianos and fiddles in the world. They felt at last theywere getting value for their free tickets.
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