She was a poor, wretched crittur: strappin' herself an' tyin' herself an' squeezin' herself, an' yet she couldn't get rid o' her hump.
LEONTINE
Well, why did she have to be so vain!
MRS. FIELITZ
Don't grudge her her rest. She's deserved it.
LEONTINE
They says that her ghost keeps rappin' up in the top attic where
Langheinrich sleeps.
MRS. FIELITZ
Let her be! Let her be! Don't talk no more. Maybe he was a bit rough with her for all she brought money to him. She had to sew an' sew an' earn money…. No wonder she can't find no rest.