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`` T'cht ! '' answered she . `` I ought to know what they 're like by this time , and I wonder , for my part , you do n't try to get accustomed to 'em . Dying one can understand : but to be worrited with a man 's ailments , noon and night , it gets on the nerves ... '' `` You 're _ sure _ ? '' resumed Mrs. Royle eagerly , but sinking her voice -- for she could hardly wait until the Master had passed out of earshot . `` Did you ever know me spread tales ? '' asked the comfortable-looking Nurse .