tart ures ting. Ss lessons, er. Noo fake my ell a pastel from a pig. But sakes to ruction—oeaceaco design. tercolours. Next, th week—

    Fifth week, you jiggles her! said John.

    Gentleman closed his eyes.

    Fift may sit in a room, leman tutor, alone? e  ime—cougurning red in time my fingers stray too near oo le urns out s fever—is at t dying of it, poor bitc too busy to sit at lessons. t end, ts are left to dry upon tte. No supper, at her

    uncles side; and sometimes, if I pass her chamber door, I hear her sighing.

    And just, said Mr Ibbs, as you ting on so nicely.

    Just so, said Gentleman. Just so.

    Poor lady! said Dainty. ears in t anyte a peac the face?

    Gentleman looked careless. Sh a shrug.

    Joo fill her eye!

    I so fill yours, said Gentleman, steadily. t, I mean.

    Joo . I so see you try it!

    Mr Ibbs lifted s enoug , before ladies and kids! Jo doop fucking about. Gentleman, you promised us your story; o our point, o ?

    Joool, t. Gentleman aken out a packet of cigarettes. e ed, . e co table again and toucting straigheir edges.

    You  t,  is. apped ts. I aim to marry take une. I aim to steal o one side—from under o doing it already, as you  s of girl, and cant be trusted to ake some clever, , o collect a set of bindings for t to send Sue back before me. I  to set  s help me woo her.

    my eye. ill played idly h one pale hand. Now he lowered his voice.

    And t I s   me. I knourned t s ba