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        Gave y whacks

        she had done

        Sy-one.

        Childrens rhyme

        Early in t, 1892, in Fall River, Massacts.

        , , . . . very early in tory , even at ttack of we, furious sun already ill air.

        Its inants o terms ,    is ty more t t makes tolerable; t s o take off t    up to t so ts of trious, self-mortifying saiao a try intended for ta and are proud, proud! of flying in ture. In most latitudes ay all day in penumbra beters; you o make your oo cool yourself    timate decade of t tury finds us at t of le, men    into ts, vests and coats and trousers of sturdy te ties, too, t is so virtuous to be unfortable.

        And today it is t oucies, already, and ss .

        As far as cloto get off more liger breakfast and ties, Lizzie Borden on frock -- but, u,    a long, star petticoat; anot, star petticoat; long draogs; a c t torapped a ing.

        In all t of sorts and nauseous as sing ,    up a flat-iron on a stove and press ed iron until it is time fo doo to collect t -- "Lizzie Borden ; -- al Cathe emblem of her passion.

        Soon, in just as many iss Lizzie , t girl,    nigick or tles doing pany as serwards.

        In a serge suit, one look at    in prickly , Old Bordeoruffling for money like a pig until urn o keep a pressing appoi iny.

        But nobody , yet; it is still early m, before tory    stillness of    e, t of Nee, and te.

        If en ts of tcs of t and ts of perpetual p ooo, t, tic odours -- ill-ely plumbed privies; rotting food; unatteeetreets are no fres acridity of enccic he fishmonger.

        You o your nose. You    t of thed.

        Five living creatures are asleep in a reet, Fall River. t old man oract.    aker but ly bran several dires and all    of t fiscally gratifying kind.

        But you o look at    less, small and mean -- "uious", you mig --    itself sater days some time ago. t;Andre; in flo on te o tands by itself    feet of yard o is a stable, out of use since    grorees, laden at this season.

        On ticular m, as luck    daugaken o nearby Neo catcer.

        Feay in Fall River in ting mont but, treet, in t of toed aoo, to a summer o join a merry band of girls but, as if on purpose to mortify ant business kept ed to, s go.

        t belong ing, passing tander, .

        rite    of t.

        Even torically unimpeacic apocalypse must be crude and tic effect.

        rite Jo of t.

        One old man and t.

        ty ters to t stroke of six and Bridgets alarm clock gives a sympatic skip and click as te-utters on ttle    to    top of    Bridgets damp eyelids do not sion as sig flannel nig on an iroead, lies on aug, to make less trouble for taker.

        Semper is sometimes uain and talk baes, and o fess tieo t. Overe by    and nausea -- for everyone in to oday -- surn to ttle bed later in tcs rest, upstairs, all    loose, doairs.

        A rosary of bro of t from a Puese sograpelpiece t, ts er,    stick. A bain trunk at t of ts worldly goods.

        tiff c, a dlestick, matc resounds tallic g, for it is a joke bet a tory    are just about to blast off, just t to blast off. . .

        A splintered deal o lug er up to t to wipe    wer enoug sink.

        Old Borden sees no y for bat believe in total immersion. to lose ural oils o rob his body.

        A frameless square of mirror reflects in cated y soap disaining a quantity of black metal hairpins.

        angles of paper blinds move tiful srees.

        Alt left t into t    of tself tigo tic. A dandruff of spent wewashe ceiling where a fly drearily whines.

        t of sleep, t sisill, all still; in all t tillness on taircase. Stillness pressing against tillness, mortal stillness in ter and Mistress srimonial bed.

        ere t, one could better observe terity of t splas is of ty; t mirror; no mirror in t take your fad t it. On t-me-nots; oly ts undery-pins, s etc. ttle    Mrs Borden attae    of Bordens male occupation of trace because    door, on t. . .

        about t to it?

        It leads to tairs.

        And t yet otially cealed behe heavy, mahogany bed?

        If it    kept securely locked, it ake you into Miss Lizzies room.

        One peculiarity of tain and, a furty,    open only into otairs and doairs, all t of one anot is a    passages. t of t    been marked as some inmates personal territory; it is a . It is a .

        to Emmas room is t of Emmas room. It is a dead end.

        tom of log all tside, dates from a time, a fe came to aken one of trips out togeto a trap a out for t So ensure enant    bilking ayed at tons more securely    letters or plating acts of cy among taring vatly into space.

        I t imagine    do.

        to me.

        Emma is more mysterious by far t o ter.

        "Girls" is, of course, a courtesy term. Emma is o ies, Lizzie in ies, but t marry and so live in tive, protracted childhood.

        er and tress iptoed up tairs to trimonial bedroom and pocketed Mrs Bordens gold ce der    union suits in t. truder attempted to force t featureless block of black iron like a slaugar sitting squarely o t it o pee adequately truder tackled it     e off.

        truder pissed and s on tter of t on to t into Old Bordens dressing room to maliciously assault t as it        in t floor), retired to tcreacle crock, and ty or t lived beside the scullery sink.

        a mess! Lizzie stared    t bang of t ting room?    t dole? S know. S remember.

        All t    once h a cake of soap in her hand.

        So scream and s.

        ";

        Emma came doed er ed ttle one since baby ing-room carpet treacle Lizzie racked in from t    trance. But of trace could be found.

        I ot tell you    t utterly discerted unned. It violated    took ay in in things.

        t ts ual silence o discuss it. t on tuguese, obviously, but sometimes e remained stant and did not diminisime, t varied acc to ted t trangers and ne al trangers exclusively; sometimes t t migted the criminal classes.

        y of a peist occurs to Mrs Borden, alt kno epdaugrange one and could make tes jump out of se, if sed to. But ter. Per is ter t    er t our.

        After t door and times if one of tants of t it for just so muco go into t of fallen pears    to    of ook a piss under a tree.

        From time dated tom of log all tside , and put t of all on t shelf.

        to t nature of private property. er uook an y of iment.    ar, for wh an office block?

        A number of leases fell in simultaneously at just time on a certain street in toy and Borden s doone, -iroail, from y,    reap a fine    of unsaleable rents, and t, like t of Ozymandias, ill, foursquare a. Not bad for a fish peddlers son, eh?

        For, alt;Borden" is an a name ier part of Fall River, our Borden, Old Borden, t spring from a    from o o y but learo t on property, for t    meaning for t no joy of it, it is stark y to them. hoever heard of a penniless miser?

        Morose and gaunt, tion is capital accumulation.

        is his hobby?

        he poor.

        First, Andreaker, ay of spindles, fetle caker, no! -- it    true    t off corpses to fit into a job lot of coffins boug    about by his enemies!

        its from    up a te or t sed in a bank or t noself,    of all.

        Foreclosures aions are meat and drink to ter ttle usury. o    million.

        At nigo save ts in lampless dark. ers trees e not,    not. As soon as tric squares and stores t te t fluso cd yet    gro on all ted off icks to    of s is from    profession t ately dignity of a hearse.

        to creet too be filled inctual respeortality,    made you too, riumpure it ead of four, in t place! For    ion it ual remio all    natural to be uprig it is a triumpy, in itself a transdence of t over matter.

        born, impossible to imagi spine of Old Bordens curled up in tus; s at        tremblih like a bailiff pounding a door.

        e, crap beard, old-fas peace alents as the Good Book says he should.

        Yet do not t spot. Like Old Lear,    -- and, more t, ty in    daug see it, it lies u a    a ri for a fabulously misant daug to    sco , alo to ible day.

        s over cap, and urowards y years, as is o his.

        tt in person, all and gaunt as a tle dougton, a solitary eater, most i of vices ao eat up all t, sie    spread ly large table for ions, e, inglorious Napoleon,    knoy -- since    access to tire y of Fall River. But s gently, tinuously stuffs    s somet the cud, perhaps.

        Not t ss muc, eit, sating te differeo do so even if sion; sisfied to stiple gluttony and sones of ty of indulgence. Since s one single mouts, stony is nression.
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