He retired into the scullery, where Mrs. Ruddle, armed with a hand-bowl, was scooping boiling water from the copper into a large bath-can.
"You had better leave it to me, Mrs. Ruddle, to negotiate the baths around the turn of the stairs. You may follow me with the cans, if you please."
Returning thus processionally through the sitting-room he was relieved to see only Mr. Pufrett's ample base emerging from under the chimney-breast and to hear him utter loud groans and cries of self-encouragement which boomed hollow in the funnel of the brickwork. It is always pleasant to see a fellow-creature toiling still harder than one's self.
(from Busman's Honeymoon, by Dorothy L. Sayers)
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