d pale and tired s Mrs Sucksbys cry, sill; ill sed  t of it  rands of o it.  to o glitter.

    I sat, and put took my hand. I said,

    I have been done very wrong, Mrs Sucksby.

    Mrs Sucksby slo, she said.

    God knoold you! trut art. t me up, beto take  me in to be her—

    Joled. Double-cross, —oh! he laughed. You pigeon!

    I  did not seem to matter. Mrs Sucksby looked, not at me, but at our joined  tunned her.

    A bad business, sly.

    orse t! I cried. O  and starved me! I ime, so h—!

    S before her face.

    No more, dear girl! No more. I cant bear to .

    Did torture you, ongs? asked Jo you in a strait-coat?

    t me in a tartan gos of—

    Of iron?

    I ated, t Charles.

    Boots  laces, I said. t t, if they gave me laces, I should hang myself. And my hair—

    Did t it? said Dainty, sitting, putting a —from Jo off?

    I ated again, t to my head.

    ears. O it wc now!

    ts all rig to knourned again to Mrs Sucksby, and touc of my dress. tole, I said. And to London. My only t o get back o you. For  o me in t of t Gentleman must old you, about ,  I had died.

    Sook my , s of it.

    But I knew you would ask for my body.

    ouldnt I! Straight off!

    t  ed you all.

    oot you  the nerve.

    I looked into Mrs Sucksbys face. But I kne believe it, I said, of your own daugigil you found me.

    Dear girl, I— O you, too, in anot my searc from Joy

    Did you, Mrs Sucksby? said