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THE LITTLE SHOP

`Not a bit of it.'
He grinned confidentially. `Know too much,' he said, and afterwards, `get out of things.'
He resumed his gloomy scrutiny of the hopeless horizon. Presently he fell spitting jerkily between his teeth, as he had read was the way with such ripe manhood as chews its quid.
`Sisters,' he said, `is rot. That's what sisters are. Girls, if you like, but sisters-No!'
'But ain't sisters girls?'
`N-eaow!' said Sid, with unspeakable scorn; and Kipps answered., `Of course, I didn't mean I wasn't thinking of that.'
`You got a girl? asked Sid, spitting very cleverly again.
Kipps admitted his deficiency. He felt compunction.
`You don't know who my girl is, Art Kipps, I bet.'
`Who is, then?' asked Kipps, still chiefly occupied by his own poverty.
`Ah !'
Kipps let a moment elapse before he did his duty. `Tell us!'
Sid eyed him and hesitated.
`Secret?' he said.
`Secret.'
`Dying solemn?'
`Dying solemn!' Kipps' self-concentration passed into curiosity.
Sid administered a terrible oath.
Sid adhered lovingly to his facts. `Its begins with a Nem,'
he said, doling it out parsimoniously.
'M-A-U-D,' he spelt, with a stern eye on Kipps.
'C-H-A-R-T-E-R-I-S.'
Now, Maud Charteris was a young person of eighteen and the daughter of the vicar of St. Bavon's-besides which, she had a bicycle-so that as her name unfolded, the face of Kipps lengthened with respect. `Get out,' he gasped incredulously. `She ain't your girl, Sid Pornick.'
`She is!' answered Sid stoutly.
'What-truth?'
`Truth.'
Kipps scrutinised his face. 'Reely?'
Sid touched wood, whistled, and repeated a binding doggerel with great solemnity.

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