Mad: A Story of Dust and AshesFenn, George Manville
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Mad: A Story of Dust and Ashes
Fenn, George Manville
Fiction
The time at which the funeral would take place was already well-known,
but for hours past the court had been in a state of excitement which
prevented domestic concerns from receiving due attention. It was an
observable fact that quite a large trade was done at the chandler's shop
in halfpenny bundles of wood, consequent upon fires being neglected, and
doing what fires will do, going out. Babies screamed until they were
hoarse, and then fell asleep to wake up and scream again. There were no
bones broken, on account of the elasticity of the juvenile framework;
but several children in the quadrupedal stage of development were known
to have fallen down flights of stairs during their maternal search;
while another diversion had been caused by a morsel forcing its foot
through the grating over the drain, and refusing to be extricated. It
was also observable that there were very few men about, and those
visible confined themselves to the cellar-flap of one of the
public-houses, only looking down the court at intervals.
At last there was an increased interest, for Mr Pawley and one of his
men had entered the house, women parting left and right to let them
through. Then there was a buzz of excitement, for Mr Jarker had been
seen to enter the public and come out, to stand wiping his mouth with
the back of his hand, apparently undecided as to which way he should go;
but at length, pale and scared-looking, walking up the court and
following the undertaker.
And now the Jarkers were thoroughly canvassed, and many allusions made
concerning Bill's treatment of his poor wife. Worn, dejected, hard--
featured women, whose lives had been as hard a bondage as that of the
one passed away, but who made their brick without straw unrepining, told
of her sufferings, and of how she had always been weak and sickly; while
it was on all sides allowed that though, as a matter of course, a master
might be a little hard sometimes, Jarker had been too hard, as she was
so sickly. One thought it was the drains, another fancied the place
wasn't quite healthy; but all agreed that there was nothing better to be
had at the price; while the market was _so_ handy. What was to become
of the child too, formed a surmise in which Mrs Sims took great
interest; while, as soon as that lady's back was turned, it was
universally agreed that she was "a good soul."
Another buzz of excitement. Mr Jarker has been seen to come out with a
crape scarf fastened upon his fur-cap, while a short skimpy cloak hangs
awkwardly from his ample shoulders. Mr Jarker is very low-spirited,
and finds it necessary to take something short once more in the way of a
stimulant, and imbibes half-a-quartern of gin at the public-house, his
emblems of woe inducing a great amount of respect being paid to him by
the occupants of the place, while one end of the scarf will keep getting
in his way.
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