Deaf House Agent
That deaf old
With his hand to his ear—His hand to hi head stood out like a shell,
Horny and hollow. He said, "I can't hear,"He muttered, "Don't shout,
I can hear very well!"He mumbled, "I can't catch a word;
I can't follow."Then Jack with a voice like a Protestant
Roared—"Particulars!
Farmhouse!
At quid a year!""I dunno wot place you are talking about."Said the deaf old man.
Said Jack, "What the Hell!" But the deaf old man took a pin from his desk, picked a piece of wool the size of a hen's egg from his ear, had a good look at it, decided in its favour and re- placed it in the aforementioned organ.
Katherine Mansfield
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