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He left me on my ownio. Pirouette! The Mater Misericordiae. Eccles street. My house down there. Big place. Ward for incurables there. Very encouraging. Our Lady's Hospice for the dying. Deadhouse handy underneath. Where old Mrs Riordan died. They look terrible the women. Her feeding cup and rubbing her mouth with the spoon. Then the screen round her bed for her to die.
"Are you going to see the body laid in the Deadhouse?" "Yes." "Is there any objection to my seeing it too?" "The authorities have no objection to admitting friends of the deceased person," Mr. Keller answered. He looked at her searchingly, and added, "Do you go as a friend?" It was rashly said; and he knew it.
The storm was over; the great clouds had disburdened their snow and fled farther on, and the new day was breaking on a merry winter landscape sheathed in white. A bustle of church officers followed; the bier was carried forth to the deadhouse, and the stains of blood were cleansed from off the tiles, that no such ill-omened spectacle should disgrace the marriage of Lord Shoreby.
You will like them soon as I. You shall see five of them. Ah, ça ira, ça ira, ça ira! Come cross quickily! I am Madame la Morgue Mrs. Deadhouse! I will present you my friends, Monsieur Cadavre and Monsieur Squelette. Come, come, leetle mortal, let us play. Ouaah! And she uttered a horrid yell from her enormous mouth, and pushing her wig and bonnet back, so as to show her great, bald head.
The value of this "find" was that if we took it to the gate, we would be allowed to carry it outside to the deadhouse, and on our way back have an opportunity to pick up a chunk of wood, to use in cooking. While discussing our good luck another party came up and claimed the body.
But I tell you, honestly, my mind was disturbed about it. Towards night, my thoughts were again directed to the subject, under mysterious circumstances. Mr. Keller and I accompanied the hearse to the Deadhouse. On our way through the streets, I was followed and stopped by Madame Fontaine. She had something to give me. Here it is."
She seemed not to know how to reply; she became excited and confused. 'To destroy it, to be sure! she burst out suddenly. 'Every bottle my husband left is destroyed strewed here, there, and everywhere, from the Gate to the Deadhouse.
"I beg your pardon, sir," he ventured to say, "you're not a member of the city council, are you?" "I have nothing to do with the city council." "And nothing to do with managing the Deadhouse?" "Nothing. I am Doctor Dormann." Schwartz snapped his clumsy fingers, as an appropriate expression of relief. "All right, sir! Leave the little man with me I'll take care of him."
Would you like to see where the mad watchman hung himself? On the last hook at the end of the row there. We've got a song he made about the Deadhouse. I think it's in the drawer of the table. A gentleman had it printed and sold, for the benefit of the widow and children.
"Had you noticed anything remarkable in Madame Fontaine," I asked, "before Fritz spoke to you?" "I noticed, at the Deadhouse, that she looked frightened out of her senses; and I was a little surprised holding the opinion I did of her that such a woman should show so much sensibility. Mr. Keller took charge of her, on our way back to the house.
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