sa come and t, quot;No!quot; Kept it ime. And o a nap like a peac! Dont care for lavender,  you one of rose. Are you looking, dear? So t of dra draicoats, and stockings, and stays! Bless me, al drops— one pair of blue, one red. t comes of my not knoo matcy she blue pair . . .

    Scals turn. to blur. I o weep.

    As if weeping could save me.

    Mrs Sucksby sees me, and tuts. O t a sleman, you see ?

    Crying, I say bitterly, unsteadily, to find myself o t the closeness and foulness of you!

    Sepped back. Dear girl, s Ricting take you?

    I despise you, I say, for bringing me back!

    Sares, t smiles. Sures about t t, I mean for you to keep at Lant Street! Dear girl, dear girl, you aken from  make a lady of you. And a lady t je ting your s I said? I  you by me, dear, ake companions? Only  till I  my une; t take t  carriages and footmen well  pearls, w dresses!

    Ss o kiss me, to eat me. I rise and s tay ched scheme is done?

    else? s to  me? It une took you; it is me t  you back. I been  over for seventeen years. I been plotting and te since I first laid you in t Sue—

    Sill harder. Sue, I say. Oh, Sue . . .

    No I do everyt as ed?—kept  idy, made a commonplace

    girl of   give he life you had from

    her?

    You have killed her! I say.

    Killed ors about  dont come cell you.

    It certainly doesnt, says Ric, dont forget. I sy asylum,  doo

    me.

    You see, dear girl? Killed   for me!  nursed ook s