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"Ah, wot's the use? " she sez. "Lea' me alone! / 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. "You got a nerve - / You two - to interfere in my affairs. / Git out an' give advise where it may serve: / Stay 'ome an' bleat yer pray'rs. / Did I come pleadin' for yer pity? No! / Well, why not go?"