by Ric devil!  you, sir!  all of us! olen a fortune. een thousand pounds!

    I  let go of . My voice  o  t it  trut to be deluded. I sie got out le, just like before. tes and Mr ty bellowed.

    t me back in t me s, ea.

    out, youll be sorry! I said, as t a mothe land!

    Nurse Spiller nodded. Is ss yours, and all our othen; and she laughed.

    I tea—ed bitter—must  in it. I slept t migo stupid. I let take me, stumbling, back to tie made our, and .

    You are calmer today, Mrs Rivers,  and from sleeping, it ick my tongue from my gums, to answer,

    I aint Mrs Rivers!

    And .

    My ried to to our rooms in the

    morning, and  to sit and be silent—or to read, if  books t  put up on a stool, looking over ttle magazine—no red fingers, to turn a page; and nohen chuckling.

    And t t yaook us doairs for our dinners. Anoto hey said. No dawdling.

    e  my back.

    Dont be frig turn your   be frightened, she said, of your soup.

    ter, to be nearer Nurse Bacon.

    So t our line cy or so ladies kept in t o me noer my spell in t and s of fas t some  to t teeteetaken from ts and bruises, and ots or muffs—t saying t all mad, in to me, just t t er all, as t maniacs. tty, ons. One liked to s bad s. t  and turned their laps, and mumbled, and sighed.

    I sat among te t was soup, as Miss ilson  me, nodding her

    ; but I  catc catcupid, before; no of frig of fever of friging, and tc t. But t kno of tools I suppose I mig I  a