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'
Long
or
short
,
'
said
the
matron
,
snappishly
,
'
she
wo
n't
find
me
here
when
she
does
wake
;
take
care
,
both
of
you
,
how
you
worry
me
again
for
nothing
.
It
's
no
part
of
my
duty
to
see
all
the
old
women
in
the
house
die
,
and
I
wo
n't
--
that
's
more
.
Mind
that
,
you
impudent
old
harridans
.
If
you
make
a
fool
of
me
again
,
I
'll
soon
cure
you
,
I
warrant
you
!
'
She
was
bouncing
away
,
when
a
cry
from
the
two
women
,
who
had
turned
towards
the
bed
,
caused
her
to
look
round
.
The
patient
had
raised
herself
upright
,
and
was
stretching
her
arms
towards
them
.
'
Who
's
that
?
'
she
cried
,
in
a
hollow
voice
.
'
Hush
,
hush
!
'
said
one
of
the
women
,
stooping
over
her
.
'
Lie
down
,
lie
down
!
'
'
I
'll
never
lie
down
again
alive
!
'
said
the
woman
,
struggling
.
'
I
WILL
tell
her
!
Come
here
!
Nearer
!
Let
me
whisper
in
your
ear
.
'
She
clutched
the
matron
by
the
arm
,
and
forcing
her
into
a
chair
by
the
bedside
,
was
about
to
speak
,
when
looking
round
,
she
caught
sight
of
the
two
old
women
bending
forward
in
the
attitude
of
eager
listeners
.
'
Turn
them
away
,
'
said
the
woman
,
drowsily
;
'
make
haste
!
make
haste
!
'
The
two
old
crones
,
chiming
in
together
,
began
pouring
out
many
piteous
lamentations
that
the
poor
dear
was
too
far
gone
to
know
her
best
friends
;
and
were
uttering
sundry
protestations
that
they
would
never
leave
her
,
when
the
superior
pushed
them
from
the
room
,
closed
the
door
,
and
returned
to
the
bedside
.
On
being
excluded
,
the
old
ladies
changed
their
tone
,
and
cried
through
the
keyhole
that
old
Sally
was
drunk
;
which
,
indeed
,
was
not
unlikely
;
since
,
in
addition
to
a
moderate
dose
of
opium
prescribed
by
the
apothecary
,
she
was
labouring
under
the
effects
of
a
final
taste
of
gin-and-water
which
had
been
privily
administered
,
in
the
openness
of
their
hearts
,
by
the
worthy
old
ladies
themselves
.
'
Now
listen
to
me
,
'
said
the
dying
woman
aloud
,
as
if
making
a
great
effort
to
revive
one
latent
spark
of
energy
.
'
In
this
very
room
--
in
this
very
bed
--
I
once
nursed
a
pretty
young
creetur
'
,
that
was
brought
into
the
house
with
her
feet
cut
and
bruised
with
walking
,
and
all
soiled
with
dust
and
blood
.
She
gave
birth
to
a
boy
,
and
died
.
Let
me
think
--
what
was
the
year
again
!
'
