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"I'm glad it's all over," said the footman, waving a cigar stolen from the box of his master. "Funerals don't suit me."
"Yet we must all 'ave one of our own some day," said the cook, who was plainly under the influence of gin; "an' that pore Miss Sophy -- me 'art bleeds for 'er!"