They said she was evil. They said that she’d go and burn in hell for what she done to them kids. All I can say is that when I saw her laid out on the slab in front of me, all cold and lifeless, I thought she the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. When old Barleykins left the room, I told her so as well, told her that I would have given anything to meet her, to look into her eyes and tell her that she was the only girl for me and that we should be together forever.
I spent the night in The Two Brewers and had spent up all my spare ready for the week. I thought that I could forget the sadness that had come upon me; forget the woman of my dreams, as she was already dead. Little did I know that back there in the infirmary we had made a bond me and her, and it was a bond that would take me to places I never thought existed - dark places.
Back at my lodgings, is when she first showed herself. As I drifted off to sleep, that’s when I heard her voice, it was soft and soothing and I knew, who it was. She was stood at the end of my bed.
“Want to be with me, do you?” she asked and I felt like just reaching out and touching her. “I can make that happen, my lover. I can make it so that we’ll never be parted. You just needs to do me some work, my good man.” I couldn’t speak, I was enchanted, I looked at her face and took in her beauty, then nodded to show that I was game.
The next night, I set about our dark business. “Start slow,” she had told me, “build up a reputation. You need to work at this if you want to find me at the end.” Just after midnight, I found myself outside George Yard Buildings where I waited just behind the archway in the dark. “Be patient,” her voice whispered in my ear, “You just be patient, my man, and you will get your rewards.”
I heard the drunken footsteps approaching, I felt my hackles raise and I gripped my blade so hard my knuckles cracked. The first blow was the hardest and my, did she squeal, but only for a moment, because my gander was up and I felt the blood rushing through me as I tore at her. All the time I did it, I heard my darling’s voice calling me on, telling me to rip her, telling me to do my work. I left our first at the bottom of the stairway and made my way back to Wentworth Street. Lucky for me I weren’t seen, because I was covered in claret and shaking with the excitement of it all. I got to my room and shut the door behind me, breathing hard. My love was stood there waiting, “Grand work, lad,” she said, “very good for a first go, but you got to get better if we’re to be joined.”
A couple of weeks later I played my games again down Buck’s Row. I enjoyed that job, took my time and used one of Mr Barleykins sharp knives from the infirmary. All the time she whispered to me, telling how with each splendid slice I would get nearer to her.
I worked hard for her and kept my day job going, I even helped Barleykins when some of the ladies was brought in. I had a smile when that happened and I could hear a little laugh from my girl, not loud enough to be heard by anyone but me.
It all finished just three months after it had started, our work, I had really got a taste for it, becoming a real master at cutting, taking bits out when I wanted to and making a pretty mess for me and the dear old boss to go through the next day.
When the last one came, she told me to make it my best and give a good account of myself, I did the works as well as I could. “You’re done now, my man,” she whispered as I left the whore. “You’ve earned my companionship, just as I promised.” So I walked to the river and threw in my bag of tools, keeping one back for the last job. I watched the black drops fall into the water below. As my strength left and I dropped, it was like falling into her arms, the water was cold but I was warm, in the embrace of my love.
Set to be together.
Made for each other.
Made for Hell.