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FREDDY Oh, very well: I'll go, I'll go [He opens his umbrella and

dashes off Strandwards, but co in for shelter, knocking her basket out of her hands A

blinding flash of lightning, followed instantly by a rattling peal of

thunder, orchestrates the incident]

THE FLOWER GIRL Nah then, Freddy: look wh' y' gowin, deah

FREDDY Sorry [he rushes off]

THE FLOWER GIRL [picking up her scattered flowers and replacing them in

the basket] There's menners f' yer! Te-oo banches o voylets trod into

theher

flowers, on the lady's right She is not at all an attractive person

She is perhaps eighteen, perhaps twenty, hardly older She wears a

little sailor hat of black straw that has long been exposed to the dust

and soot of London and has seldo rather badly: its mousy color can hardly be natural She wears

a shoddy black coat that reaches nearly to her knees and is shaped to

her waist She has a brown skirt with a coarse apron Her boots are

much the worse for wear She is no doubt as clean as she can afford to

be; but compared to the ladies she is very dirty Her features are no

worse than theirs; but their condition leaves so to be desired;

and she needs the services of a dentist]