Bribble’s rendering of the service
—he had the sort of voice that brings out things—and was still teeming with
ideas about it when finally a wild outburst from the organ made it clear that,
whatever snivelling there might be down in the chancel, that excellent wind
instrument was, in its Mendelssohnian way, as glad as ever it could be. You know I call that positively wicked. To go to Hoddy, to smother him with kisses and embraces in this hour
of triumph! To save herself from committing the act—the thought of which was
positive hypnotism—she began the native dance. “Go it, miss!” cried one. He said that his life was boring and stupid without her. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell
on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief,
reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance
of Heaven on his own head. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. A lucky escape.
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