No need to be afraid of speakin' now.

They've robbed me, and I haven't as much as'll pay for her coffin.

It's a nice blasted world, this is, where they won't let you live, and then make you pay if you don't want to be buried like a dog! She's had nothing but pain and poverty all her life, and now they'll pitch her out of the way in a parish box.

Do you remember what hopes I used to have when we were first married?
See the end of 'em--look at this underground hole--look at this bed as she lays on! Is it my fault?
By God, I wonder I haven't killed myself before this! I've been drove mad, I tell you--mad! It's well if I don't do murder yet; every man as I see go by with a good coat on his back and a face fat with good feeding, it's all I can do to keep from catchin' his throat an tearin' the life out of him!' 'Let's talk about the burial,' interposed Sidney.

'Make your mind at ease.