Ha ! ha ! We 're all suitable to our calling , we 're well matched . Come into the parlour . Come into the parlour . '' The parlour was the space behind the screen of rags . The old man raked the fire together with an old stair-rod , and , having trimmed his smoky lamp -LRB- for it was night -RRB- with the stem of his pipe , put it into his mouth again . While he did this , the woman who had already spoken threw her bundle on the floor , and sat down in a flaunting manner on a stool ; crossing her elbows on her knees , and looking with a bold defiance at the other two . `` What odds , then ? What odds , Mrs. Dilber ? '' said the woman . `` Every person has a right to take care of themselves . He always did ! '' `` That 's true , indeed ! '' said the laundress . `` No man more so . '' `` Why , then , do n't stand staring as if you was afraid , woman ! Who 's the wiser ? We 're not going to pick holes in each other 's coats , I suppose ? '' `` No , indeed ! ''
said Mrs. XXXXX and the man together .
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