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Chapter 24

           Amany,many,beautifulcorpsesshelaidout,asniceandneataswaxwork.Myoldeyeshaveseenthem—ay,andthoseoldhandstouchedthemtoo;forIhavehelpedher,scoresoftimes.’

           Stretchingforthhertremblingfingersasshespoke,theoldcreatureshookthemexultinglybeforeherface,andfumblinginherpocket,broughtoutanoldtime-discolouredtinsnuff-box,fromwhichsheshookafewgrainsintotheoutstretchedpalmofhercompanion,andafewmoreintoherown.Whiletheywerethusemployed,thematron,whohadbeenimpatientlywatchinguntilthedyingwomanshouldawakenfromherstupor,joinedthembythefire,andsharplyaskedhowlongshewastowait?

           ‘Notlong,mistress,’repliedthesecondwoman,lookingupintoherface.‘WehavenoneofuslongtowaitforDeath.Patience,patience!He’llbeheresoonenoughforusall.’

           ‘Holdyourtongue,youdotingidiot!’saidthematronsternly.‘You,Martha,tellme;hasshebeeninthiswaybefore?’

           ‘Often,’answeredthefirstwoman.

           ‘Butwillneverbeagain,’addedthesecondone;‘thatis,she’llneverwakeagainbutonce—andmind,mistress,thatwon’tbeforlong!’

           ‘Longorshort,’saidthematron,snappishly,‘shewon’tfindmeherewhenshedoeswake;takecare,bothofyou,howyouworrymeagainfornothing.It’snopartofmydutytoseealltheoldwomeninthehousedie,andIwon’t—that’smore.Mindthat,youimpudentoldharridans.

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