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           Phew!Dreadfulsimply!Child’sheadtoobig:forceps.Doubledupinsidehertryingtobuttitswayoutblindly,gropingforthewayout.Killmethatwould.LuckyMollygotoverherslightly.Theyoughttoinventsomethingtostopthat.Lifewithhardlabour.Twilightsleepidea:queenVictoriawasgiventhat.Nineshehad.Agoodlayer.Oldwomanthatlivedinashoeshehadsomanychildren.Supposehewasconsumptive.Timesomeonethoughtaboutitinsteadofgassingaboutthewhatwasitthepensivebosomofthesilvereffulgence.Flapdoodletofeedfoolson.Theycouldeasilyhavebigestablishmentswholethingquitepainlessoutofallthetaxesgiveeverychildbornfivequidatcompoundinterestuptotwentyonefivepercentisahundredshillingsandfivetiresomepoundsmultiplybytwentydecimalsystemencouragepeopletoputbymoneysavehundredandtenandabittwentyoneyearswanttoworkitoutonpapercometoatidysummorethanyouthink.

           Notstillbornofcourse.Theyarenotevenregistered.Troublefornothing.

           Funnysighttwoofthemtogether,theirbelliesout.MollyandMrsMoisel.Mothers’meeting.Phthisisretiresforthetimebeing,thenreturns.Howflattheylookallofasuddenafter.Peacefuleyes.Weightofftheirmind.OldMrsThorntonwasajollyoldsoul.Allmybabies,shesaid.Thespoonofpapinhermouthbeforeshefedthem.O,that’snyumnyum.GotherhandcrushedbyoldTomWall’sson.Hisfirstbowtothepublic.Headlikeaprizepumpkin.SnuffyDrMurren.Peopleknockingthemupatallhours.ForGod’sake,doctor.Wifeinherthroes.