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Ive come as soon as I could, sur, he replied. My missis never see you till just this minute. You follow me, sur. Go away, I repeated; leave me before I get over the wall, and slay you. He seemed surprised. Dont you want to see the tombs? he said. No. I answered. I dont. I want to stop here, leaning up against this gritty old wall. Go away, and dont disturb me. I am chock full of beautiful and noble thoughts, and I want to stop like it, because it feels nice and good. Dont you come fooling about, making me mad, chivying away all my better feelings with this silly tombstone nonsense of yours. Go away, and get somebody to bury you cheap, and Ill pay half the expense. He was bewildered for a moment. He rubbed his eyes, and looked hard at me. I seemed human enough on the outside: he couldnt make it out. He said: Yuise a stranger in these parts? You dont live here? No, I said. I dont. You wouldnt if I did. Well then, he said, you want to see the tombsgraves folks been buried, you knowcoffins! You are an untruther, I replied, getting roused; I do not want to see tombsnot your tombs. Why should I? We have graves of our own, our family has. Why my Uncle Podger has a tomb in Kensal Green cemetery, that is the pride of all that country-side; and my grandfathers vault at Bow is capable of accommodating eight visitors, while my great-aunt Susan has a brick grave in Finchley churchyard, with a headstone with a coffee-pot sort of thing in bas-relief upon it, and a six-inch best white stone coping all the way round, that cost pounds. When I want graves, it is to those places that I go and revel. I do not want other folks. When you yourself are buried, I will come and see yours. That is all that I can do for you. He burst into tears. He said that one of the tombs had a bit of stone upon the top of it that had been said by some to be probably part of the remains of the figure of a man, and that another had some words carved upon it that nobody had ever been able to decipher. I still remained obdurate, and, in broken-hearted tones, he said: Well, wont you come and see the memorial window? I would not even see that, so he fired his last shot. He drew near, and whispered hoarsely: Ive got a couple of skulls down in the crypt, he said; come and see those. Oh, do come and see the skulls! You are a young man out for a holiday, and you want to enjoy yourself. Come and see the skulls! Then I turned and fled, and as I sped I heard him calling to me: Oh, come and see the skulls; come back and see the skulls! Harris, however, revels in tombs, and graves, and epitaphs, and monumental inscriptions, and the thought of not seeing Mrs Thomass grave made him crazy. He said he had looked forward to seeing Mrs Thomass grave from the first moment that the trip was proposedsaid he wouldnt have joined if it hadnt been for the idea of seeing Mrs Thomass tomb. I reminded him of George, and how we had to get the boat up to Shepperton by five oclock to meet him, and then he went for George. Why was George to fool about all day, and leave us to lug this lumbering |
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