How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Paragraph)
Quote #4
Against an ivory background was a weeping willow tree, less than an inch high. Each branch and front was fashioned from snippets of human hair. "Ah, so this is for mourning! The hair is from your dead brothers and sisters, I suppose." (5.26)
What a terrible birthday gift. Instead of giving her daughter something fun or pretty, Clara's mother gives her a locket with the hair of all of her dead siblings inside. It's a morbid reminder that she's lucky to be alive.
Quote #5
"He would have been twelve years old today. We went to Kensal Green, the way we always do, because it was his birthday, and we went in the mausoleum and cried." She spoke the last word flatly; crying was an essential part of the outing. "I hate the mausoleum. I hate seeing the caskets and the space on the shelf next to Charles Augustus—I hate looking at it and thinking that I should have to lie there one day, all dark and dead and cold." (6.28)
It's impossible for Clara to move on from her siblings' deaths when she's constantly being forced to go to the cemetery and cry over them. She can't help but think that she must belong there, too.
Quote #6
"No, is 'e?" Parsefall took the photograph and peered at it narrowly. "I didn't look that close. I thought 'e was sleepin'. He's a real little swell, ain't he?"
Lizzie Rose frowned at him. "You shouldn't call him a swell now he's dead."
"It ain't my fault 'e's dead," Parsefall said, stung. "They're all dead in that family." (10.29-31)
Lizzie Rose is absolutely horrified that Parsefall stole a picture of Charles Augustus … from after he'd died. The Victorians really knew how to creepily remember the dead, didn't they?