`` What do you call this ? '' said Joe . `` Bed-curtains ? '' `` Ah ! '' returned the woman , laughing and leaning forward on her crossed arms . `` Bed-curtains ! '' `` You do n't mean to say you took 'em down , rings and all , with him lying there ? '' said Joe . `` Yes , I do , '' replied the woman . `` Why not ? '' `` You were born to make your fortune , '' said Joe , `` and you 'll certainly do it . '' `` I certainly sha n't hold my hand , when I can get anything in it by reaching it out , for the sake of such a man as He was , I promise you , Joe , '' returned the woman coolly . `` Do n't drop that oil upon the blankets , now . '' `` His blankets ? '' asked Joe . `` Whose else 's do you think ? '' replied the woman . `` He is n't likely to take cold without 'em , I dare say . '' `` I hope he did n't die of anything catching ? Eh ? ''
said old XXXXX , stopping in his work , and looking up .
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