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Each verse ends, with enormous gusto "Hold your haand oot, you naughty boy!" Tramp, tramp, tramp. Now we are passing through a village.
Upstairs the scuffling and the struggling became frightful. Jim's feet and Jim's voice were heard above the muttering of the undertaker's men. Mrs. Gale whispered. "They're gettin' 'im in. 'E's gien a haand wi' t' body. Thot's soomthin'." She brooded ponderously. A sound of stamping and scraping at the back door roused her. "Eh oo's there now?" she asked irritably.
A swinging thud on the stone wall. Then more and more desperate scuffling with muttering. Then silence. Mrs. Gale put her head in at the door. "Jimmy, yo mun coom and gie a haand wi' t' coffin. They've got un faasst in t' turn o' t' stair." Through the open doorway Rowcliffe could see the broad shoulders of the coffin jammed in the stairway.
If not, ye will be set down as one of the villains and the good fawk of this city will tear the limbs from ye at my nod. Be well advaised, my friend, for I hold ye in my haand." And Oates raised a great paw and opened and shut it. Lovel mumbled assent. Fear had again descended on him. He heard dimly the Doctor going over the names of those to be accused.
'E's not takken off 'is breeches for tree daas. 'E caaun't sleap; 'e wunna eat and 'e wunna drink. There's work to be doon and 'e wunna lay haand to it. Wull yo goa oop t' 'im, Dr. Rawcliffe?" Rowcliffe went up. In the low lighted room the thing that Gwenda Cartaret had seen lay stretched in the middle of the great bed, covered with a sheet.
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