"But there's one thing as you'll both be glad to know," she said, lowering her voice confidentially, "she died easy, pore soul, in spite of 'im.

'E don't know 'ow that was." "What ?" gasped both girls in a breath.
Mrs.Briggs went to the door, peered out, softly closed it.

Her eyes shone craftily as she returned.

She took up her rolling-pin, holding it impressively between her floury hands.
"Two days afore pore mother went," she began, with an air of gruesome mystery, "Dr.Wyndham, 'e came and examined 'er, and 'urt 'er cruel, 'e did.

I thought 'e'd 'ave killed 'er afore 'e'd finished.