ressed in a velvet goo  o call me miss. ont he, Mrs Sucksby?

    . Ill tear my oongue out, before I do t!

    Ill tear it out first! I said.

    I sound like a child. I was a child! Perhaps Mrs Sucksby was

    t, too. For s, still gazing at me,   lip. S roubled. I could almost have said, she was afraid.

    Perhaps she was.

    Or per noo follow.