The Mystery of Edwin Drood eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 361 pages of information about The Mystery of Edwin Drood.
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The Mystery of Edwin Drood eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 361 pages of information about The Mystery of Edwin Drood.

‘Why?’

’I didn’t suppose you could have kept away, alive, so long, from the poor old soul with the real receipt for mixing it.  And you are in mourning too!  Why didn’t you come and have a pipe or two of comfort?  Did they leave you money, perhaps, and so you didn’t want comfort?’

’ No.’

‘Who was they as died, deary?’

‘A relative.’

‘Died of what, lovey?’

‘Probably, Death.’

‘We are short to-night!’ cries the woman, with a propitiatory laugh.  ’Short and snappish we are!  But we’re out of sorts for want of a smoke.  We’ve got the all-overs, haven’t us, deary?  But this is the place to cure ’em in; this is the place where the all-overs is smoked off.’

‘You may make ready, then,’ replies the visitor, ’as soon as you like.’

He divests himself of his shoes, loosens his cravat, and lies across the foot of the squalid bed, with his head resting on his left hand.

‘Now you begin to look like yourself,’ says the woman approvingly.  ’Now I begin to know my old customer indeed!  Been trying to mix for yourself this long time, poppet?’

‘I have been taking it now and then in my own way.’

’Never take it your own way.  It ain’t good for trade, and it ain’t good for you.  Where’s my ink-bottle, and where’s my thimble, and where’s my little spoon?  He’s going to take it in a artful form now, my deary dear!’

Entering on her process, and beginning to bubble and blow at the faint spark enclosed in the hollow of her hands, she speaks from time to time, in a tone of snuffling satisfaction, without leaving off.  When he speaks, he does so without looking at her, and as if his thoughts were already roaming away by anticipation.

’I’ve got a pretty many smokes ready for you, first and last, haven’t I, chuckey?’

‘A good many.’

‘When you first come, you was quite new to it; warn’t ye?’

‘Yes, I was easily disposed of, then.’

’But you got on in the world, and was able by-and-by to take your pipe with the best of ’em, warn’t ye?’

‘Ah; and the worst.’

’It’s just ready for you.  What a sweet singer you was when you first come!  Used to drop your head, and sing yourself off like a bird!  It’s ready for you now, deary.’

He takes it from her with great care, and puts the mouthpiece to his lips.  She seats herself beside him, ready to refill the pipe.

After inhaling a few whiffs in silence, he doubtingly accosts her with: 

‘Is it as potent as it used to be?’

‘What do you speak of, deary?’

‘What should I speak of, but what I have in my mouth?’

‘It’s just the same.  Always the identical same.’

‘It doesn’t taste so.  And it’s slower.’

‘You’ve got more used to it, you see.’

‘That may be the cause, certainly.  Look here.’  He stops, becomes dreamy, and seems to forget that he has invited her attention.  She bends over him, and speaks in his ear.

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