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“Thee’s a woman and weak, thee body rules thee mind,” I explained. “I’ll have me housekeeper have a look,” I offered, and I bellowed “Carstairs, find Lady whatsit a smock or summat, she tore her dress!”
Carstairs must have been watching us as he answered immediately, “Certainly Sir.”
He plodded away. “Wait your turn!” I joked and Carstairs helpfully lifted Miss Rochester’s legs right up so her feet were beside her ears so Bob could get at her. “Oh don’t be so ridiculous,” she retorted, “What do you want, written confirmation from a physician?”
“Them lying bastards, not likely,” I replied, “We wants to see for us selves.”
“Mr Stephenson!” Lady Rochester gasped. “No, indeed, if you must be so crude,” she snapped. “Not the old trout the kid,” I shouted, “Bugger me what do you use for brains?”
“How dare you!” Lady Rochester snarled, her breasts heaving and her face red with anger.