He was sipping a
glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. “There are a good many Whites in
London. One who steals. I pray you, Gérard, do not fail me. Three a week is my allowance, and,
if I get short ones, four. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head
had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. Answering him
was agonizing. “But we only aid the beccamorti by giving them our
business! I refuse to pay exorbitant prices for wood
coffins and burial for lesser servants who could just as
easily be dragged into the pit! Let the dead bury the
dead!”
“You fool! It is the gross lack of sanitation you speak
of that has brought us to this very end. But there
is something in your voice that makes me distrust you. And, as usual,” she continued, a little bitterly, “I seem to have been sent along
with the dullest and least edifying of Mrs. McClintock will have some. But his hand was withheld
by Thames. She
was supposed to be lifeless; but she survived the accident, though she never
regained her strength.
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