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Goodbye, Elizabeth with him.

Good morning, Mr. Teline.

Oh, good morning, sir.

Forgive me if I do not doff my hat.

My fingers are thick with placenta.

I was bound for the gypsy encampment out yonder

to send to an outbreak of cradle cap amongst the babes.

When I found this bitch, struggling to birth her young.

Poor creature.

Yes, but I managed to pierce her birth sack with a twig,

and she has thus far past eight healthy newborns,

and a rather dry run.

Oh, goodness.

You are a veterinary surgeon as well as a doctor.

Nay, nay.

But any man would, I'm sure, help her.

Suffering bitch.

But alas, though, I'm sure I can house the pups.

I fear the mother.

Maybe deemed useless, battered over the skull and drowned if no one shall take it.

No.

My humble cottage is a veritable menagerie of animal waves.

Folk always want the pretties, who want this title.

Please. I do. I do.

Her name shall be.

Susan?

Susan.

You stink.

Oh, how desolate our home without the merry cheer-ups of late bird Raymond.

Yes, Dorothy. I must confess.

His murder leaves me.

Lika's soup.

It is no surprise Mr. Helen has made herself scarce to distract us from his accidental strangulation.

Dorothy, if Helen swears she did not slaughter bird Raymond,

though we found him stiff and crooked in her pocket, then I must take a word for it,

and I ask him if I speak of it again.

Ah, here she is.

The avian executioner.

What a beautiful day.

I hated.

Perhaps the fresh air might be here.

The wrath of wind is like a knife slashing my skin.

If you only knew what stripes of pain gallop across my trunk.

But all you want is to send me to my grave without an air.

I'm sure we will have a child.

A woman surely would not scramble for intercourse here.

Seems I've wear a ratty.

How can you bring me a grandchild if you keep separate chambers?

The Lord will find a way. Walz are no barrier to Christ.

Christ never gave his mother a grand song.

Edmund?

I... I know I've displeased you much of late, but I've found something this day that I think might please you.

A tinker's carpet bag.

You really aren't quite the curator, will you?

No, inside.

This is a jest.

Oh.

Ah!

But I thought since you misramined Edmund, that seems...

It was the place Bird Raymond with God's lowest creature.

A beast whose member pops forth from his belly like a pole of sticky hand.

It meant as a girl, and had I not saved her, she would have been battered over the skull and drowned.

What imagination enough woman, ceasious deria, we shall of course keep her.

Oh, it...

It will calm you to sit around all day, fondling some hairy old runt.

Her name is Susan.

Oh, Dorothy, do you mind looking after Matilda just for a while whilst I play with Susan?

Just remember, this beast leads its own spear.

I hope you agree I've been a most devoted servant these last thirty years, Mum.

Yes, yes.

I'm sure you will be rewarded.

I live to serve you. I live for Honda being the secret of the tower.

Such sacrifice deserves reward indeed, though I might like to know in what way.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

I'm sure you can't.

with his egg.

My egg is dry as a drum, Helen.

I cannot dip my soldiers.

Oh, sorry.

She'll like all Dorothy.

Too late.

I suppose I should be obliged to rupture my sausage plaid.

Dorothy, my egg is dry.

I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

But I have had to call for Dr. Fogarty.

Mr. Smitildes, most unwell.

Please wrap my plaid forth with.

Her condition is grave.

I am surprised that such a sudden deterioration in a woman

whose only ailment was a lazy anus.

She was left in the dam, Doctor.

The dam?

Outside.

Mr. Sellend took her for a walk

and then left her there all night.

But I did ask you to look after her, Dorothy.

Remember?

Edmund, when I gave you Susan, Edmund, please.

Brizzy!

Do not smelly me with the stench of your wrongs.

Mr. Smother.

She will not last through the night.

How long's a balloon by twice?

Nay, only by once.

But a belly-heath barrel by Twainfold.

You blind my staff.

You kill my bird.

Now, this is how you repay me for saving your life.

I inflate in my mother.

Oh.

Please.

Do not distress yourselves around Mr. Smitildes.

Oh.

Oh, mother, I'm here.

Dorothy.

She may pass in black and mossy stools.

Be sure to sweep them from her.

Sir, I would gladly take them in my teeth.

This draft should ease any suffering.

It is a delicate measure, no more than the thimblofil.

Too much can bring about most curious behaviors.

Why do you not take it now?

She's in such pain.

I'm sorry.

Arabelle.

She, Dorothy.

Oh, no.

How's she Mrs. Edmund's wife?

I know what you did.

You, leaving me out.

She means you.

You left me out.

Shush, shush, shush.

Save your thank yous.

Save your last few breaths.

I think them not her last for you, ma.

I shall leave the baby bellows should she need them.

Come on now.

Oh.

Please.

Do not blame yourself.

The health before was steady.

But, Doctor, I did not leave her out there.

I shall.

I'm sure you speak the truth.

No.

No.

No, I do but no.

My hateful growth.

Doctor, that you might slice it from me.

May nay.

It is.

I will.

I will.

I will.

I will.

I will.

I will.

I will.

I will.

I will.

I will.

I will.

It is.

Part of you and I.

Therefore perfect.

Indeed, it's.

Height brings you even closer to God.

Be not ashamed, mistress.

I too have a small imperfection.

Annie.

Annie.

Tommy.

Tom was just.

Oh.

I was just looking for a pan, ma'am.

Well, I'd like to introduce you to my new friend, Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan, what have you got?

It's a, a mole.

Jeff.

Annie, he knows who I am.

Can't we keep him?

He's got a lovely smile.

Susan.

Susan.

Susan.

Golden.

Whoa.

Susan.

Oh.

She's going to love me.

She's going to love me.

Oh.

Susan.

Aaaaaa.

Nooo.

Noo.

Noooo.

Nooooooo.

Nooo.

Aaaaa.

Aaaaaaaa.

Aaaa.

Nooooo.

Oh.

Ooo.

Oh.

Oh, oh.

It was just my tilt.

It is me, Helen.

Helen, you have lost weight.

Draft.

Draft.

Good.

Oh.

Oh.

Take care.

Do not go the way of Harribell.

Susan!

One moment, Mother Mottout.

Jeff!

Steve, will I bet you some clothes?

If you need anything, pour on this.

Good girl.

Stay there.

Please.

Please.

Hold me, Edmund.

Of course, Mother.

No, no, Mother, please.

No.

No, Mother would eat your supper.

No, Mother!

That's right.

That's my boy.

That's my baby.

That's right.

There you are.

Don't go.

Don't think, please.

Oh, my God.

Don't think, don't go.

Help me.

What are we all doing?

I got the bed.

No!

She's gone.

Your secret is safe.

But, tool's not high.

This is just the shock.

No, not all of that.

That most shocked at such a turn.

You see, you did find her, Edmund.

Yes, I did enter the room to administer her draft.

And she laid there quite quickly.

There is an odour.

The daffy.

Hmm, there's a foul and buttery pong.

Yet I see no stools around her exit.

No, nor I.

Oh.

She must have clambered from her beta patter, darling, thus.

How could she have made such a journey in her condition?

Perhaps a fit of some sort.

Here is another.

Oh, but tilled.

She finally went.

There's grass in this stool.

She must have got hungry out in that rain all night.

Her neck seems...

He does look floppy.

Edmund, you said the same.

Well, I suppose it does look a little...

Perhaps a fit, Dr. Fogarty.

Perhaps in her a frenzied search to unleash her pregnant bowel.

Her neck sounds...

I neither said her neck was floppy nor snar.

Well, unless her nose bursted off.

This is most peculiar.

That she should be found here in bed with a broken neck.

Could it be suicide?

No.

This is most suspicious.

I should like to make a report to a justice of the peace.

Oh, I know justice of the peace?

Well, consider it reported then.

But still...

Well done.

Edmund, I must confess.

I hope I'm not to blame, but I'm afraid Susan was briefly in there.

And she did unload herself.

I told you I did not want that Richard Beast inside my house.

Give a dog what Curtis is in your husband.

She's 40!

I am wounded!

My mother is dead!

Jeff, go, go, go, please!

Please!

Beak!

Don't take!

Don't take!

I'm sorry.

Was it a stroke doctor?

I wouldn't be surprised.

Blackbee used to top him.

I caught him out there trying to eat the dog, Dr. Fogarty.

Soon he's clapped in irons and shit back to Africa for the better.

He says he's been Bristol.

It is not a stroke, sir.

It is a little more than a plump to patella.

This valve will shrink the plumping.

I'll see you to it that he's flogged, sir.

Thank you, Dorothy. I... I will deal with his punishment.

Dr. Fogarty?

Good day, sir.

Now the little lasso, sir. Very uncalapid.

But, Madam, still the all eyes drizzle.

For joy, Dr. And thanks.

To please this pleasure itself.

Here.

Let me...

Dabbie your tears.

Oh, my God.