The case of Luigi Buranelli : medico-legally considered / by Forbes Winslow.

  • Winslow, Forbes, 1810-1874.
Date:
1855
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Credit: The case of Luigi Buranelli : medico-legally considered / by Forbes Winslow. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    he say, No, it was quite sufficient what you have done. I said, If you don't allow me this, I shan't go; he said, Then he would get a policeman. I said, '' Mind what you do, because you might be taken yourself, because I know very well what you have done. Mr. Lambert significantly looked into the face of Mrs. Lambert for one moment. He said, '' Well, what do you want to say to Mrs. Williamson ? I said, Excuse me, I've something private to say to her. He say, Very well, be quick. Mr. and Mrs. Lambert left the room. I say to Mrs. Williamson in private, I very sorry what you have done, and I fear you make me a sacrifice. I said, I wish you may continue well. If you fall ill here, take the four pounds and the ring. I put them in her hands as well as the ring. Mrs. Williamson said, I will take the ring, for I've one other of yours, but I sha'n't take the money, take care of yourself, she say, if you go into the country, I promise to write you; and I said, I stop for one week here in London before I go into the country. I don't know where. I pray to see you once more. Mrs. Williamson say, Well, I see by-and-by. Then Mr. and Mrs. Lambert came back. I say, Well, I've done; I much obliged to you. Now I go and take my bag, and allow me to take one of the servants, and I take Mrs. Mattoni's sister with me up to my room, and I let her look at all my things, and I gave her back one shirt which Mr. Mattoni lent to me. She say, You going, Louis ? I say, Yes, I going. She say, Why you going to-night ? Why, I say, if you want to know, Mr. Lambert sent me away. She say, I very sorry. This done, I go down stairs; I say, Good-bye, Millie, give my respects to your sister (Mrs. Mattoni) when she came, and if you see Mr. Mattoni, do the like. I get to the door, I heard Mr. Lambert say, Come in. I say, I going, sir. I very sorry, but excuse me, he say, you know why ; well, this is the best plan; I wish you may come well. Mrs. Lambert said the like, and I shake hands with both. I say to Mrs. Lambert, Mind Mrs. Williamson, because I leave her in your hands in good health. She say, All in good health ; I hope you'll come well. Mrs. Williamson was there; I said, Take care of yourself, remember what I told you. Good-by. Lambert then went with me to the door. I said, I got here my things. Mrs. Mattoni's sister has seen that all belongs to me. He said, I'm sorryyou do so, because I no suppose nothing bad of you. I shake hands again, and we part, bidding each other good night. After that, I no more saw either Mr. Lambert, Mrs. Lambert, or Mrs. Williamson, till I killed him. Then I go to Mr. Brunetti's, 71, Newman-street; he say, What the matter? I say, I left Mr. Lambert. He say, Why? I say, I've a little ques- tion there. He said, Oh, I thought so with those people. He keep ask some questions. Well, I say, I've some insult; but all right now. 1 said, I'll leave my carpet-bag, if you will allow me, and go and look for a lodging. He said, Yes. I go to seek for a lodging. I know not where to go. I wander out, and I found myself in Great Pulteney-street, and saw it was the same place where my Rosa died. I then go in one public-house in the top of Great Pulteney-street, coffee-house next door. I ask for one bed. He say, I think next door at the coffee-house has one. I say, How much? He say, One shilling. Which I gave. I slept soundly, and breakfasted next morning; then go back to Brunetti's for my bag. I say, I want to lodge. He say, Come with me. He went to G3, Newman-street. I took the room at 5s. per week. I left the bag. I say I come in to-day. I sleep at home every night, till the Sunday (the 7th January). I didn't go out much. Major part of time at home, for I didn't feel well. The first Saturday, I say to myself, I don't know what to do, I feel so queer,—very ill all over. I get up late in the morning. I feel so queer myself, I don't know what to do. I go out on that Saturday to Brunetti's about half-past one. I said, 1 no feel well. He said, What is the matter? I said, I hurt in my head, and my heart feel heavy. I say, I want to go to some Italian hotel for society. He ■aid, I take you to Conforti's; he is my friend. He went and said to Conforti, Take care of him ; he is not well. The next day, Sunday, I feel so queer, and I ask to see the landlady before break-