"The porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pile, wrapped up her prime sausages and made a red grimace.
- Now, my miss, he said.
She tendered a coin, smiling boldly, holding her thick wrist out.
- Thank you, my miss. And one shilling threepence change. For you, please?" (U4.165)
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