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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Number 3 on the Docket</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lawyer, are you?<br>Well! I ain't got nothin' to say.<br>Nothin'!<br>I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'.<br>They know'd real well 'twas me.<br>Ther warn't no supposin',<br>Ketchin' me in the woods as they did,<br>An' me in my house dress.<br>Folks don't walk miles an' miles<br>In the drifted snow,<br>With no hat nor wrap on 'em<br>Ef everythin's all right, I guess.<br>All right? Ha! Ha! Ha!<br>Nothin' warn't right with me.<br>Never was.<br>Oh, Lord! Why did I do it?<br>Why ain't it yesterday, and Ed here agin?<br>Many's the time I've set up with him nights<br>When he had cramps, or rheumatizm, or somethin'.<br>I used ter nurse him same's ef he was a baby.<br>I wouldn't hurt him, I love him!<br>Don't you dare to say I killed him. 'Twarn't me!<br>Somethin' got aholt o' me. I couldn't help it.<br>Oh, what shall I do! What shall I do!<br>Yes, Sir.<br>No, Sir.<br>I beg your pardon, I - I -<br>Oh, I'm a wicked woman!<br>An' I'm desolate, desolate!<br>Why warn't I struck dead or paralyzed<br>Afore my hands done it.<br>Oh, my God, what shall I do!<br>No, Sir, ther ain't no extenuatin' circumstances,<br>An' I don't want none.<br>I want a bolt o' lightnin'<br>To strike me dead right now!<br>Oh, I'll tell yer.<br>But it won't make no diff'rence.<br>Nothin' will.<br>Yes, I killed him.<br>Why do yer make me say it?<br>It's cruel! Cruel!<br>I killed him because o' th' silence.<br>The long, long silence,<br>That watched all around me,<br>And he wouldn't break it.<br>I tried to make him,<br>Time an' agin,<br>But he was terrible taciturn, Ed was.<br>He never spoke 'cept when he had to,<br>An' then he'd only say 'yes' and 'no'.<br>You can't even guess what that silence was.<br>I'd hear it whisperin' in my ears,<br>An' I got frightened, 'twas so thick,<br>An' al'ays comin' back.<br>Ef Ed would ha' talked sometimes<br>It would ha' driven it away;<br>But he never would.<br>He didn't hear it same as I did.<br>You see, Sir,<br>Our farm was off'n the main road,<br>And set away back under the mountain;<br>And the village was seven mile off,<br>Measurin' after you'd got out o' our lane.<br>We didn't have no hired man,<br>'Cept in hayin' time;<br>An' Dane's place,<br>That was the nearest,<br>Was clear way 'tother side the mountain.<br>They used Marley post-office<br>An' ours was Benton.<br>Ther was a cart-track took yer to Dane's in Summer,<br>An' it warn't above two mile that way,<br>But it warn't never broke out Winters.<br>I used to dread the Winters.<br>Seem's ef I couldn't abear to see the golden-rod bloomin';<br>Winter'd come so quick after that.<br>You don't know what snow's like when yer with it<br>Day in an' day out.<br>Ed would be out all day loggin',<br>An' I set at home and look at the snow<br>Layin' over everythin';<br>It 'ud dazzle me blind,<br>Till it warn't white any more, but black as ink.<br>Then the quiet 'ud commence rushin' past my ears<br>Till I most went mad listenin' to it.<br>Many's the time I've dropped a pan on the floor<br>Jest to hear it clatter.<br>I was most frantic when dinner-time come<br>An' Ed was back from the woods.<br>I'd ha' give my soul to hear him speak.<br>But he'd never say a word till I asked him<br>Did he like the raised biscuits or whatever,<br>An' then sometimes he'd jest nod his answer.<br>Then he'd go out agin,<br>An' I'd watch him from the kitchin winder.<br>It seemed the woods come marchin' out to meet him<br>An' the trees 'ud press round him an' hustle him.<br>I got so I was scared o' th' trees.<br>I thought they come nearer,<br>Every day a little nearer,<br>Closin' up round the house.<br>I never went in t' th' woods Winters,<br>Though in Summer I liked 'em well enough.<br>It warn't so bad when my little boy was with us.<br>He used to go sleddin' and skatin',<br>An' every day his father fetched him to school in the pung<br>An' brought him back agin.<br>We scraped an' scraped fer Neddy,<br>We wanted him to have a education.<br>We sent him to High School,<br>An' then he went up to Boston to Technology.<br>He was a minin' engineer,<br>An' doin' real well,<br>A credit to his bringin' up.<br>But his very first position ther was an explosion in the mine.<br>And I'm glad! I'm glad!<br>He ain't here to see me now.<br>Neddy! Neddy!<br>I'm your mother still, Neddy.<br>Don't turn from me like that.<br>I can't abear it. I can't! I can't!<br>What did you say?<br>Oh, yes, Sir.<br>I'm here.<br>I'm very sorry,<br>I don't know what I'm sayin'.<br>No, Sir,<br>Not till after Neddy died.<br>'Twas the next Winter the silence come,<br>I don't remember noticin' it afore.<br>That was five year ago,<br>An' it's been gittin' worse an' worse.<br>I asked Ed to put in a telephone.<br>I thought ef I felt the whisperin' comin' on<br>I could ring up some o' th' folks.<br>But Ed wouldn't hear of it.<br>He said we'd paid so much for Neddy<br>We couldn't hardly git along as 'twas.<br>An' he never understood me wantin' to talk.<br>Well, this year was worse'n all the others;<br>We had a terrible spell o' stormy weather,<br>An' the snow lay so thick<br>You couldn't see the fences even.<br>Out o' doors was as flat as the palm o' my hand,<br>Ther warn't a hump or a holler<br>Fer as you could see.<br>It was so quiet<br>The snappin' o' the branches back in the wood-lot<br>Sounded like pistol shots.<br>Ed was out all day<br>Same as usual.<br>An' it seemed he talked less'n ever.<br>He didn't even say `Good-mornin'', once or twice,<br>An' jest nodded or shook his head when I asked him things.<br>On Monday he said he'd got to go over to Benton<br>Fer some oats.<br>I'd oughter ha' gone with him,<br>But 'twas washin' day<br>An' I was afeared the fine weather'd break,<br>An' I couldn't do my dryin'.<br>All my life I'd done my work punctual,<br>An' I couldn't fix my conscience<br>To go junketin' on a washin'-day.<br>I can't tell you what that day was to me.<br>It dragged an' dragged,<br>Fer ther warn't no Ed ter break it in the middle<br>Fer dinner.<br>Every time I stopped stirrin' the water<br>I heerd the whisperin' all about me.<br>I stopped oftener'n I should<br>To see ef 'twas still ther,<br>An' it al'ays was.<br>An' gittin' louder<br>It seemed ter me.<br>Once I threw up the winder to feel the wind.<br>That seemed most alive somehow.<br>But the woods looked so kind of menacin'<br>I closed it quick<br>An' started to mangle's hard's I could,<br>The squeakin' was comfortin'.<br>Well, Ed come home 'bout four.<br>I seen him down the road,<br>An' I run out through the shed inter th' barn<br>To meet him quicker.<br>I hollered out, `Hullo!'<br>But he didn't say nothin',<br>He jest drove right in<br>An' climbed out o' th' sleigh<br>An' commenced unharnessin'.<br>I asked him a heap o' questions;<br>Who he'd seed<br>An' what he'd done.<br>Once in a while he'd nod or shake,<br>But most o' th' time he didn't do nothin'.<br>'Twas gittin' dark then,<br>An' I was in a state,<br>With the loneliness<br>An' Ed payin' no attention<br>Like somethin' warn't livin'.<br>All of a sudden it come,<br>I don't know what,<br>But I jest couldn't stand no more.<br>It didn't seem 's though that was Ed,<br>An' it didn't seem as though I was me.<br>I had to break a way out somehow,<br>Somethin' was closin' in<br>An' I was stiflin'.<br>Ed's loggin' axe was ther,<br>An' I took it.<br>Oh, my God!<br>I can't see nothin' else afore me all the time.<br>I run out inter th' woods,<br>Seemed as ef they was pullin' me;<br>An' all the time I was wadin' through the snow<br>I seed Ed in front of me<br>Where I'd laid him.<br>An' I see him now.<br>There! There!<br>What you holdin' me fer?<br>I want ter go to Ed,<br>He's bleedin'.<br>Stop holdin' me.<br>I got to go.<br>I'm comin', Ed.<br>I'll be ther in a minit.<br>Oh, I'm so tired!<br>(Faints)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Amy+Lowell">Amy Lowell</a><div class=q>
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Well! I ain't got nothin' to say.
Nothin'!
I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'.
They know'd real well 'twas me.
Ther warn't no supposin',
Ketchin' me in the woods as they did,
An' me in my house dress.
Folks don't walk miles a..."></div>
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