The Grinder Papers — page 111: what you’re looking at

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? 106 ‘THE GRINDER PAPERS. ‘‘We're pisoned, doctor, and the Freedman young woman did it. With my dyin’ breath I insist on havin’ her hung.” ‘‘Tt’s—pre—ju—dice,” gasps Miss Lowery. The doctor didn’t say nothin’, but he looked at our tongues, and felt our pulses, and says he: ‘“There’s every symptom of poisoning by prussic acid.” ‘‘T know it,” says I. ‘‘How long will I live ?” Says.he, ‘‘Oh, we'll have you well again; don’t be agitated.” SaysI, ‘‘Agitated! Why, what du ye expect? Don'tI know symptoms is allers fatal. When a body comes tu sympfoms it's, time tu gin up.” | “Tut, tut,” says he, ‘‘nonsense, nonsense. I'll prepare a ‘nannygoat.” Must hev said antidote, hey? Well, I ain't sure. I was so discomfusticated—he mought. Says I, ‘‘Nannygoats nor nuthin’ won’t help; but before I die o’ these symptoms, I want that Freedman young woman hung.” Says he, ‘‘She can’t escape punishment; but I sha'n't let you die.” | | Hé looked awfully discomfited, though I knowed by his phyzmahogany he’d give us up. _ By this time t’other doctor that he sent for, it seems, arrived, and he sot up 4zs opinion that the symptoms was arsenic; and then another came, and his belief was strychnine. When I heerd that, and heerd him say that you expired with it instantaneous, slap dab, the minute it got intu your stomach, I felt there wasn’t no hope. Meanwhile * comicbooks.com |