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MRS PEARCE Stop, Mr Higgins I won't allow it It's you that are

wicked Go hoirl; and tell theot no parents They toldand turned ot no mother Her that turned me out was ood girl, I am

HIGGINS Very well, then, what on earth is all this fuss about? The

girl doesn't belong to anybody--is no use to anybody but ] You can adopt her, Mrs Pearce: I'reat amusement to you Now don't make any

more fuss Take her downstairs; and--

MRS PEARCE But what's to beco?

Do be sensible, sir

HIGGINS Oh, pay her whatever is necessary: put it down in the

housekeeping book [Impatiently] What on earth will she ith

money? She'll have her food and her clothes She'll only drink if you

give heron hin of liquor on oes back to her chair and plants

herself there defiantly]

PICKERING [in good-huins,

that the girl has so critically at her] Oh no, I don't think so Not any

feelings that we need bother about [Cheerily] Have you, Eliza?

LIZA I got , reflectively] You see the difficulty?