'
'Only when he's shamming dead,' said the young woman, looking at her
young man with caressive tenderness of authority.
'Aw, there's a difference,' he said satirically.
'What about the chair?' said Birkin.
'Yes, all right,' said the woman.
They trailed off to the dealer, the handsome but abject young fellow
hanging a little aside.
'That's it,' said Birkin. 'Will you take it with you, or have the
address altered.'
'Oh, Fred can carry it. Make him do what he can for the dear old 'ome.'
'Mike use of'im,' said Fred, grimly humorous, as he took the chair from
the dealer. His movements were graceful, yet curiously abject,
slinking.
''Ere's mother's cosy chair,' he said. 'Warnts a cushion.' And he stood
it down on the market stones.
'Don't you think it's pretty?' laughed Ursula.
'Oh, I do,' said the young woman.
''Ave a sit in it, you'll wish you'd kept it,' said the young man.
Ursula promptly sat down in the middle of the market-place.
'Awfully comfortable,' she said.
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