’ ‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’ ‘Yes, yes. " "Iss, missis," grinned the black. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching.
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