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'
Nonsense
,
my
good
man
,
'
said
the
undertaker
,
who
was
pretty
well
used
to
misery
in
all
its
shapes
.
'
Nonsense
!
'
'
I
tell
you
,
'
said
the
man
:
clenching
his
hands
,
and
stamping
furiously
on
the
floor
--
'
I
tell
you
I
wo
n't
have
her
put
into
the
ground
.
She
could
n't
rest
there
.
The
worms
would
worry
her
--
not
eat
her
--
she
is
so
worn
away
.
'
The
undertaker
offered
no
reply
to
this
raving
;
but
producing
a
tape
from
his
pocket
,
knelt
down
for
a
moment
by
the
side
of
the
body
.
'
Ah
!
'
said
the
man
:
bursting
into
tears
,
and
sinking
on
his
knees
at
the
feet
of
the
dead
woman
;
'
kneel
down
,
kneel
down
--
kneel
round
her
,
every
one
of
you
,
and
mark
my
words
!
I
say
she
was
starved
to
death
.
I
never
knew
how
bad
she
was
,
till
the
fever
came
upon
her
;
and
then
her
bones
were
starting
through
the
skin
.
There
was
neither
fire
nor
candle
;
she
died
in
the
dark
--
in
the
dark
!
She
could
n't
even
see
her
children
's
faces
,
though
we
heard
her
gasping
out
their
names
.
I
begged
for
her
in
the
streets
:
and
they
sent
me
to
prison
.
When
I
came
back
,
she
was
dying
;
and
all
the
blood
in
my
heart
has
dried
up
,
for
they
starved
her
to
death
.
I
swear
it
before
the
God
that
saw
it
!
They
starved
her
!
'
He
twined
his
hands
in
his
hair
;
and
,
with
a
loud
scream
,
rolled
grovelling
upon
the
floor
:
his
eyes
fixed
,
and
the
foam
covering
his
lips
.
The
terrified
children
cried
bitterly
;
but
the
old
woman
,
who
had
hitherto
remained
as
quiet
as
if
she
had
been
wholly
deaf
to
all
that
passed
,
menaced
them
into
silence
.
Having
unloosened
the
cravat
of
the
man
who
still
remained
extended
on
the
ground
,
she
tottered
towards
the
undertaker
.
'
She
was
my
daughter
,
'
said
the
old
woman
,
nodding
her
head
in
the
direction
of
the
corpse
;
and
speaking
with
an
idiotic
leer
,
more
ghastly
than
even
the
presence
of
death
in
such
a
place
.
'
Lord
,
Lord
!
Well
,
it
IS
strange
that
I
who
gave
birth
to
her
,
and
was
a
woman
then
,
should
be
alive
and
merry
now
,
and
she
lying
ther
:
so
cold
and
stiff
!
Lord
,
Lord
!
--
to
think
of
it
;
it
's
as
good
as
a
play
--
as
good
as
a
play
!
'
As
the
wretched
creature
mumbled
and
chuckled
in
her
hideous
merriment
,
the
undertaker
turned
to
go
away
.
'
Stop
,
stop
!
'
said
the
old
woman
in
a
loud
whisper
.
'
Will
she
be
buried
to-morrow
,
or
next
day
,
or
to-night
?
I
laid
her
out
;
and
I
must
walk
,
you
know
.
Send
me
a
large
cloak
:
a
good
warm
one
:
for
it
is
bitter
cold
.
We
should
have
cake
and
wine
,
too
,
before
we
go
!
Never
mind
;
send
some
bread
--
only
a
loaf
of
bread
and
a
cup
of
water
.
Shall
we
have
some
bread
,
dear
?
'
she
said
eagerly
:
catching
at
the
undertaker
's
coat
,
as
he
once
more
moved
towards
the
door
.
'
Yes
,
yes
,
'
said
the
undertaker
,
'
of
course
.
Anything
you
like
!
'
He
disengaged
himself
from
the
old
woman
's
grasp
;
and
,
drawing
Oliver
after
him
,
hurried
away
.
