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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357767" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rose</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah, wot's the use?' she sez. 'Lea' me alone!<br>Why can't I go to 'ell in my own way?<br>I never arst you 'ere to mag an' moan.<br>Nor yet,' she sez, 'to pray.<br>I'll take wot's comin', an' whine no excuse.<br>So wot's the use?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Me life's me own!' she sez. 'You got a nerve <br>You two - to interfere in my affairs.<br>Git out an' give advise where it may serve:<br>Stay 'ome an' bleat yer pray'rs.<br>Did I come pleadin' for yer pity? No!<br>Well, why not go?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pride! Dilly pride an' down-an'-out despair:<br>When them two meet there's somethin' got to break.<br>I got that way, to see 'er sittin' there,<br>I felt like I could take<br>That 'arf-starved frame uv 'er's by might an' main,<br>An' shake 'er sane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's 'ow it is when me an' parson roam<br>Down to the paradise wot Spadgers knows,<br>To find the 'ovel that she calls 'er 'ome,<br>An' 'ave a word with Rose.<br>Imgagin' 'igh-strung cliners in dispute<br>Ain't my long suit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Huh! Rescue work!' she sneers. 'Er eyes is bright;<br>'Er voice is 'ard. 'I'm a deservin' case.<br>Me? Fancy! Don't I look a pretty sight<br>To come to savin' grace?<br>Pity the sinner - Aw, don't come that trick!<br>It makes me sick!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Isterical she was, or nearly so:<br>Too little grub, an' too much time to fret <br>Ingrowin' grouch sich as few women know,<br>Or want to know - an' yet,<br>When I glance at the parson, there I see<br> Raw misery.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've knowed ole Snowy since the days uv old;<br>Yet never 'ad I got so close to see<br>A world-wise man 'oo's 'cart is all pure gold<br>An' 'uman charity.<br>For, all that girl was suff'rln', well I knoo,<br>'E suffered too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My child,' 'e sez, 'I don't come 'ere to preach.<br>You're a good girl; an' when -' 'Oo sez I ain't?<br>'Oo sez I ain't?' 'Er voice is near a screech.<br>'I'm no hymn-singin' saint;<br>But you're a bit too previous givin' me<br>This third degree.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then she starts to laugh. I'd 'ate to see<br>A woman laugh or look like that again.<br>She's in the dinkum 'igh-strikes now; to me<br>That's showin' pretty plain.<br>She's like a torchered thing - 'arf crazy - wild ....<br>'Take thort, my child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Take thort,' the parson sez. 'I only ask<br>Before you risk all for a life uv crime<br>You'll 'esitate. Is that too 'ard to task?<br>May there not come a time -'<br>'Time? Yes,' I chips. 'You'll git that fer yer pains.<br>Ar, brush yer brains!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The parson sighs. 'This man,' 'E sez, 'this Wegg<br>'Oo dazzles you with tork uv gains frum sin <br>Is 'e dependable? Think well, I beg -'<br>'Beg nothin',' I chips in.<br>'To beg decoy ducks ain't the proper tack.<br> She wants a smack!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The parson groans. 'I've offered you,' 'e starts.<br>'Offer 'er nothin'! Can't you pick 'er like?<br>No dinkum 'elp is any good to tarts<br>'0o'd fall fer sich as Spike.<br>She's short uv grit to battle on 'er own,<br>An' stand alone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That done it. If I'd let the parson gone<br>An' come the mild an' gentle, sure enough,<br>She'd 'ad the willies. When the dames take on,<br>The game's to treat 'em rough.<br>That's wot I've 'card. It woke Rose up, all right,<br>An' full uv fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alone?' she sez. 'I've stood alone, Gawd knows!<br>Alone an' honest, battlin' on the square.<br>An' now - Oh, damn your charity! I've chose!<br>I'm down; an' I don't care.<br>I'm fer the easy life an' pretty clo'es.<br>That's that!' sez Rose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cause looks blue. Wot more was to be said?<br>An' then, all on me own, I weaves right there<br>The bright idear wot after bowed me 'ead<br>In sorrer an' despair.<br>I didn't ort to be let out alone.<br>That much I own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah, well,' I sez, resigned, 'if that's the life,<br>It's no use sayin' wot I come to say.<br>Which was,' I sez, 'a message frum me wife<br>Arstin' you 'ome to stay.'<br>'Your wife?' I nods. 'If you 'ad cared to come.'<br>She seems struck dumb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Your wife?' she sez. 'Wot does she know uv me?'<br>Then pride an' 'er suspicions makes 'er flare:<br>'Is this more pretty schemes fer charity?<br>Why should she arst me there?'<br>'Why? Well, you ort to know,' I answer, quick.<br>'Account uv Mick.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down on 'er folded arms 'er 'ead went, flop.<br>At larst our 'oly cause is won, I know.<br>She sobbed until I thort she'd never stop:<br>It 'urt to see 'er so;<br>Yet I felt glad the way I'd worked me nob <br>An' let 'er sob,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'That's tore it,' I remarks be'ind me 'and.<br>The parson nods. 'E's smilin' now all gay.<br>Ten minutes later, an' the 'ole thing's planned<br>Fer Rose's 'oliday.<br>We put the acid on, an' scold an' tease<br>Till she agrees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once we're outside the parson takes me 'and.<br>'Without your 'elp, your wit, we would 'ave failed.'<br>'Aw, easy work,' I answer, feelin' grand,<br>Like some ole knight, tin-mailed.<br>Then, sudden, like a load uv punchered tyres,<br>Me pride ixpires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Young friend,' 'e starts...... 'No, not too young; but old <br>Old with the cares,' I sez, 'uv fambly life.<br>This might 'ave been dead right when knights was bold;<br>But wot about me wife?<br>She don't know nothin'! I 'ave done me dash<br>Through actin' rash.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A trifle!' sez 'is rev'rince. 'Tut!' sez 'e.<br>'I'll promise you fair sailin' with Doreen.'<br>''Tain't that so much,' I sez, 'wot troubles me.'<br>'Trouble? Wot you mean?'<br>I grins at 'im. 'Me conscience,' I reply.<br>'I've tole a lie!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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Why can't I go to 'ell in my own way?
I never arst you 'ere to mag an' moan.
Nor yet,' she sez, 'to pray.
I'll take wot's comin', an' whine no excuse.
So wot's the use?

'Me life's me own!' she sez. 'Y..."></div>
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