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Krindlesyke by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
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Come ...

BELL:
Life with a smack in it: death with a tang ...

JUDITH:
I’ll help you into bed.

(_BELL HAGGARD gazes about her in a dazed fashion, as JUDITH raises her
and supports her across the floor towards the inner room._)

BELL:
Bed, did you say?
Bed, it’s not bedtime, is it? To bed, to bed,
Says Sleepyhead: tarry awhile, says Slow:
Put on the pot, says Greedygut ... I swore
I’d not lie down ... You cannot dodge your luck:
It had to be ... And I must dree my weird.
When first I came to Krindlesyke, I felt
These walls ... these walls ... They’re closing on me now!
Let’s sup before we go!

(_They pass into the other room, but BELL HAGGARD’s voice still sounds
through the open door._)

BELL:
Nay! not that bed--
Eliza’s bed! The old witch lay in wait
For me ... and now she has me! Well, what odds?
Jim called me witch: and the old spaewife and I
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