Poems (Mansfield)/Deaf House Agent

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DEAF HOUSE AGENT
That deaf old manWith his hand to his ear—His hand to his 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 bellRoared—"Particulars! Farmhouse! At 10 quid a year!""I dunno wot place you are talking about,"Said the deaf old man.Said Jack, "What the Herr!" 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 replaced it in the afore-  mentioned organ. 1914.
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