"Mind
you, it wouldn't be my idea of a job, you know. Grubbing about
in soil. But, I suppose you've got to earn a living some'ow."
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"Where's
me prune crackers? . . .Oh, this is bliss, not 'aving to cook!"
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"You can
call me old-fashioned if you like, but if you think women's lib
is all about holding down a career, bringing up a child on your
own, and then trying to find somebody decent to take you out
once in a while, then you can stick it, as far as I'm
concerned."
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