1 Why, these flowers are only common garlic.
2 Then we cut off the head and filled the mouth with garlic.
3 I have grown quite fond of the garlic, and a boxful arrives for me every day from Haarlem.
4 Last night there was no exodus, so to-night before the sundown I took away my garlic and other things.
5 It struck me as curious that the moment she became conscious she pressed the garlic flowers close to her.
6 When I came back to my seat, I found that Lucy had moved slightly, and had torn away the garlic flowers from her throat.
7 We then waited whilst Lucy made her toilet for the night, and when she was in bed he came and himself fixed the wreath of garlic round her neck.
8 It was most probable that it was because I had laid over the clamps of those doors garlic, which the Un-Dead cannot bear, and other things which they shun.
9 He came back with a handful of wild garlic from the box waiting in the hall, but which had not been opened, and placed the flowers amongst the others on and around the bed.
10 Come with me, friend John, and you shall help me deck the room with my garlic, which is all the way from Haarlem, where my friend Vanderpool raise herb in his glass-houses all the year.
11 First he fastened up the windows and latched them securely; next, taking a handful of the flowers, he rubbed them all over the sashes, as though to ensure that every whiff of air that might get in would be laden with the garlic smell.
12 He went to and fro, as if patrolling the house, and was never out of sight of the room where Lucy lay in her coffin, strewn with the wild garlic flowers, which sent, through the odour of lily and rose, a heavy, overpowering smell into the night.
13 Then there are things which so afflict him that he has no power, as the garlic that we know of; and as for things sacred, as this symbol, my crucifix, that was amongst us even now when we resolve, to them he is nothing, but in their presence he take his place far off and silent with respect.