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Oh , lady , lady ! Excuse it , please , sir . '' Which I does cheerful enough . And just to prove I ai n't any slave driver I sort of eggs Miss Casey on , from then until the noon hour , to chat away about this war romance of hers . Seems Mr. Mears could have been in Class B , on account of his widowed mother and him being a plumber 's helper when he had time to spare from his pool practicin ' . Livin ' in the same block , they 'd been acquainted for quite some time , too . No , it had n't been anything serious first off .