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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 beach, 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're 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. Sillan has made herself scarce

to distract us from his accidental strangulation.

Dorothy, if Philan 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 myself to speak of it again.

Ah, here she is.

The avian executioner.

What a beautiful day.

I hated.

Perhaps the fresh air might be it.

Every breath 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.

Can't woman surely would not scramble for intercourse here.

Seems I've wet a ratty.

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

The Lord will find a way.

Walls 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 are quite the curious, isn't it?

No, inside.

Is it a jest?

Oh.

Ah!

But I thought since you miss Raymond, Edmund, that seems...

But 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,

I should have been battered over the skull and drowned.

What imagination enough woman,

ceasious, dearia, we shall of course keep her.

Oh, okay.

We'll 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,

disabeast the deets its own spear.

I hope you agree I've been a most devoted servant these last 30 years, Mum.

Yes, yes, I'm sure you will be rewarded.

I live to serve you, I live for Hunderbinn,

secret of the tower.

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

Okay.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Off with his egg.

My egg is dry as a drum, Helen.

I cannot dip my soldiers.

Oh, sorry.

Shall I call 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.

Mistress Matilda's most unwell.

Please wrap my plaid forth with.

Oh.

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, Dr.

Vadam.

Outside.

Mistress Helen 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.

Mistress Momma.

She will not last through the night.

How long's a balloon by twice?

May, only by once.

But a belly has barreled by twainfold.

You blind my staff.

You kill my bird.

Now this.

This is how you repay me for saving your life.

I'm inflating my mother.

Oh.

Please.

Do not distress yourselves around Mistress Mottild.

Oh.

Oh, mother, I'm here.

Dorothy.

She may pass in black and mossy stools.

Be sure to sweep them for a moment.

Sir, I would gladly take them in my teeth.

This draft should ease any suffering.

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

Too much can bring about most curious behaviors.

Why do you not take it now?

She's in such pain.

Arabelle.

She.

Dorothy.

Oh, 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, Momma.

I shall leave the baby bellows.

Should she need them?

Not now.

Oh.

Please.

Do not blame yourself.

Her 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 note.

My hateful growth.

Doctor, that you might slice it from me.

May nay.

It is part of you and therefore perfect.

Indeed, it's height brings you even closer to God.

Be not ashamed, mistress.

I too have a small imperfection.

Honey.

Honey.

Thomas, just.

Oh.

I was just...

Looking for a pan, Momma.

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

Susan?

Susan, what have you got?

It's a mole.

I'm a mole.

Jeff?

Honey, he knows who I am.

Can't we keep him?

He's got a lovely smile.

Susan.

Shh.

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh, oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, it's just me.

It's just me.

It's me.

Helen.

Helen.

You have lost weight.

Dropped.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Dropped.

Oh.

Take care.

Do not go the way of Arabel.

Oh, what?

Susan!

Oh!

One moment, Mother Mataled.

Dev!

Steve, will I bet you some clothes?

If you need anything, draw on this.

Good girl.

Stay there.

Ha!

Peace.

Peace.

Hold me, Edmund.

Of course, Mother.

No.

No, Mother, please.

No.

No, Mother, would you eat your supper?

No, Mother!

Oh, that's right.

Oh, that's my boy.

That's my baby.

That's right.

There you are.

Don't say, please.

Don't say, please.

Don't say, please.

Oh, my God.

Don't say, please.

Oh, my God.

Don't think that I'm off me.

Hey, what are you doing?

I got the bed.

No!

No!

No!

She's gone.

Your secret is safe.

But tools not high.

This is just the shock.

Don't hold a thing.

That most shocked at such a turn.

You see, you did find her, Edmund.

Yes, I did head into the room to administer her draft.

She labored quite quickly.

There is a no-da.

The death-dink.

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 bed to pass her darling at this.

Well, how could she have made such a journey in her condition?

Well, perhaps a fit of some sort.

Here is another.

Oh, but tilled.

She finally went.

There's grass in this stool.

Well, she must have got hungry out in that rain on high.

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 snare.

Unless her lungs 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 owe a justice of the peace?

Well, consider it reported then, but still...

Well, then.

Well, then.

Well, then.

Edmund, I must confess.

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

And she didn't load herself.

I told you I did not want that richard beast inside my house.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Give a dog what courtesy of her husband.

She's 40!

I am wounded!

My mother is dead!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Was it a stroke, Doctor?

I wouldn't be surprised.

Blackbeaster top him.

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

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

He says he's from Bristol.

It is not a stroke, sir.

It is little more than a plump to patella.

This herb will shrink the plumbing.

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

Thank you, Dorothy.

I...

I will deal with his punishment.

Doctor Fogarty.

Good day, sir.

Good day.

Now the little last, as a very young caliber.

But Madam, still the old eyes drizzle.

For joy, Doctor.

And thanks.

To please this pleasure itself.

Here.

Let me...

W. T.

Is.

Mee ha!