‘I wish we could have worked the hearse,’ muttered Jack. ‘Stuff. Your own father would not recognize you in that bandage and in this dirty-yellow come-kiss-me-death exsanguine state: though indeed you look fitter for a hearse than many a subject I have cut up. Come, come, there is not a moment to lose. Get in. Mind the step. Preserved Killick, take good care of the Captain: his physic, well shaken, twice a day; the bolus thrice. He may offer to forget his bolus, Killick.’ ‘He’ll take his nice bolus, sir, or my name’s not Preserved.’ ‘Clap to the door. Give way, now; give way all together. Step
...more
