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Thats true, indeed! said the laundress. No man more so. Why, then, dont stand staring as if you was afraid, woman! Whos the wiser? Were not going to pick holes in each others coats, I suppose? No, indeed! said Mrs Dilber and the man together. We should hope not. Very well then! cried the woman. Thats enough. Whos the worse for the loss of a few things like these? Not a dead man, I suppose? No, indeed, said Mrs Dilber, laughing. If he wanted to keep em after he was dead, a wicked old screw, pursued the woman, why wasnt he natural in his lifetime? If he had been, hed have had somebody to look after him when he was struck with Death, instead of lying gasping out his last there, alone by himself. Its the truest word that ever was spoke, said Mrs Dilber. Its a judgement on him. I wish it was a little heavier judgement, replied the woman: and it should have been, you may depend upon it, if I could have laid my hands on anything else. Open that bundle, old Joe, and let me know the value of it. Speak out plain. Im not afraid to be the first, nor afraid for them to see it. We knew pretty well that we were helping ourselves before we met here, I believe. Its no sin. Open the bundle, Joe. But the gallantry of her friends would not allow of this; and the man in faded black, mounting the breach first, produced his plunder. It was not extensive. A seal or two, a pencil-case, a pair of sleeve-buttons, and a brooch of no great value, were all. They were severally examined and appraised by old Joe, who chalked the sums he was disposed to give for each upon the wall, and added them up into a total when he found that there was nothing more to come. Thats your account, said Joe, and I wouldnt give another sixpence, if I was to be boiled for not doing it. Whos next? Mrs Dilber was next. Sheets and towels, a little wearing apparel, two old fashioned silver teaspoons, a pair of sugar-tongs, and a few boots. Her account was stated on the wall in the same manner. I always give too much to ladies. Its a weakness of mine, and thats the way I ruin myself, said old Joe. Thats your account. If you asked me for another penny, and made it an open question, Id repent of being so liberal, and knock off half a crown. And now undo my bundle, Joe, said the first woman. Joe went down on his knees for the greater convenience of opening it, and, having unfastened a great many knots, dragged out a large heavy roll of some dark stuff. What do you call this? said Joe. Bed-curtains? Ah! returned the woman, laughing and leaning forward on her crossed arms. Bed-curtains! You dont mean to say you took em down, rings and all, with him lying there? said Joe. Yes, I do, replied the woman. Why not? You were born to make your fortune, said Joe, and youll certainly do it. |
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