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"Listen, watchman," asked Tamara, "what's this crackling under my feet all the time?" "Crack-ling?" the watchman questioned her over again, and scratched himself, "why, lice, it must be," he said indifferently. "It's fierce how these beasties do multiply on the corpseses! ... But who you lookin' for man or woman?" "A woman," answered Tamara. "And that means that all these ain't yours?"
Even Knapp, crawling at his heels, appeared affected. The man was humming something in a dirge-like monotone. At first Kit thought it was some sort of a Litany; then he caught the words: "Two little corpseses goes for a walk In a church-yard under the sea, Says the one to the other 'I'll squeak if you'll squawk To keep me company." The humming ceased, and Kit missed it. "Are you there, Knapp?"
Niurka answered him, starting to speak in a rapid, jerky whisper: "Roly-Poly just came here...Gave Manka the candy, and then started in to put Armenian riddles to us...'Of a blue colour, hangs in the parlor and whistles'...We couldn't guess nohow, but he says: 'A herring'...Suddenly he started laughing, had a coughing spell, and began falling sideways; and then bang on the ground and don't move...They sent for the police...Lord, there's doings for you! ... I'm horribly afraid of corpseses!"
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