I was house-boy at Tudor House. I’d left school; that was when Mrs Dunne was there, and Mrs Dunne’s sister, she was a strong suffragette. I had to pump the water out of the well. No water, no gas. That was a little ol’ hand iron pump. Horrible thing. I used to count how many pumps filled the tank. When you were at that you weren’t in any other mischief.
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