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Updated: May 24, 2025
Mother Guttersnipe had fallen back in the bed, with one claw-like hand clutching the pillow, as if to protect her beloved gold, and over her face a deadly paleness was spreading, which told the practised eye of the doctor that the end was near. He knelt down beside the bed for a moment, holding the candle to the dying woman's face. She opened her eyes, and muttered drowsily
"Why, Mother Guttersnipe did not know this she thought Rosanna was his mistress." "He kept his marriage secret," answered Brian, "and as his wife ran away with someone else shortly afterwards, he never revealed it." "I understand now," said the barrister, slowly. "For if Mark Frettlby was lawfully married to Rosanna Moore Madge is illegitimate."
"'E, a-comin' round with di'monds and gold, and a-ruinin' my pore girl; an' how 'e's 'eld 'is bloomin' 'ead up all these years as if he were a saint, cuss 'im cuss 'im." "Whom does she mean?" whispered Calton to Kilsip. "Mean!" screamed Mother Guttersnipe, whose sharp ears had caught the muttered question. "Why, Mark Frettlby!" "Good God!"
In a short time they found themselves in Little Bourke Street, and after traversing a few dark and narrow lanes by this time they were more or less familiar to Calton they found themselves before Mother Guttersnipe's den. They climbed the rickety stairs, which groaned and creaked beneath their weight, and found Mother Guttersnipe lying on the bed in the corner.
Then he sings out, 'My G , it's too horrible! an' I 'ear 'er a larfin' like to bust, an' then 'e comes to me, and ses, quite wild like, 'Take me out of this 'ell! an' I tooked 'im." "And when you came back?" "She was dead." "Dead?" "As a blessed door-nail," said Sal, cheerfully. "An' I never knowd I was in the room with a corpse," wailed Mother Guttersnipe, waking up.
I'm in earnest in warp and woof. I stumble and flounder, but I know that over all these merry immediate things, there are other things that are great and serene, very high, beautiful things the reality. I haven't got it, but it's there nevertheless. I'm a spiritual guttersnipe in love with unimaginable goddesses.
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