Harry, Poppins, Frank Frank discussed on The Guardian Books Podcast

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Saturday nights had begun to wear you are on speak ably. She always gave her entire wages seven shillings, and Harry always sent up what he could. But the trouble was to get any money from her father. He said she used to squander the money that she had no head that he wasn't going to give his hard earned money to throw the streets and much more for you is usually fairly bad on Saturday night in the end would give her the money and asker had she any intention of buying Sundays dinner, then she had to rush out his quickly as she couldn't do her marketing holding her black leather parse tightly in her hand as she elbowed her way through the crowds and returning home late onto her low the provision. She had hard work to keep the house together. And to see that the two young children who had been left to her charge went to school regularly and got their meals regularly. It was hard work the hard life. But now that she was about. Leave it. She did not find it a wholly undesirable life. She was about to explore another life with Frank Frank was very kind Manley open hearted. She was to go away with him by the night boat to be his wife until live with Horan bindis. Ours vary had a home waiting for her. How Welsh you remember the first time she'd seen him he was lodging and a house on the main road where she used to. Visit. It seemed a few weeks ago. He was standing at the gate, his peaked cap push back on his head and his hair tumbled forward over the face of bronze, then they had come to know each other. He used to Measor outside the stores every evening and see our home. He took her to see the bohemian guard, and she felt Alasia as she sat in an unaccustomed part of the theater with him. He was awfully fond of music and sang a little people knew that they were courting. And when do you sang about the last that loves the sailor, she always? Felt pleasantly confused he used to call her Poppins out of fun. First of all it had been an excitement for her to have a fellow. And then she had begun to like he had tales of distant countries. He had started as a deck. Boy, a pound a month on a ship of the line gone out to Canada, you told her the names of the ships. He had been on the names of the different services. He had sailed through the straits of Magellan, and he told her stories of the terrible Patagonian he had fallen on his Fiji in Bina. Sarah's he said come over to the old country. Just for a holiday, of course, her father had found out, the affair, unheard forbidden. Art of anything to say to. I know these sale are chops. He said. One day. He had quarrelled with Franken after that. She had to meet her lover secretly the evening deepened in the Ivanhoe. The white of two letters in her lap grew indistinct was to Harry, the other was to her father artist had being her favourite. But she liked Harry to her father was becoming old lately. She noticed he would miss her. Sometimes he could be very nice not long before when she'd been laid up for a day. He had read her out a ghost story, and may toast for her at the fire another day when their mother was alive, they'd all gone for picnic to the hill. Whole she remembered her father putting on her mother's bonnet to make the children laugh. Our time was running out, but she continued to sit by the window leaning her head against the window carton inhaling. The order of dusty Creighton down far in the avenue. She could hear a street organ playing..

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