–    Have you got a marrow, Mr Sparrow?
–    A marrow, madam? Yes,… there’s this one, and that… and there’s that.
–    Oh, that’s a nice fat marrow. Yes, I’ll have that. Will you wrap it in paper for me?
–    Gladly, Mrs Bradley. There you are. Now, madam… apples? Or… carrots, perhaps?
–    Er… Actually, it’s Miss Bradley, Mr Sparrow.

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