e bodice of her dress.

    Feel it! sion ell me I aint afraid!

    Feel t?   t your daugo do it, ice.

    I cannot say for certain . I kno, ook a step torike . I kno Maud and Mrs Sucksby reac. I do not knoed at  , taffeta and silk, t. Grace! Grace!  it a queer to call; until I realised it  name, t we never heard used.

    And so, it c  see it o stagger. But I   sort of groan.

    me? range.

    then I looked.

    , too.  omacood a little before  noell you. Mrs Sucksby o ainly t   , and  me? he said again.

    I dont know, she said.

    I dont tood in t  at last ook a coat and  before e of h blood.

    My God! hen.

    Dainty shrieked.

    Bring a lig!

    Jo up t, surned suddenly crimson. Gentlemans coat and trousers , and Mrs Sucksbys taffeta gown was red and running where she had held him.

    I alked, an  table. It  this. I grew sick.

    No, I said. No, no!

    Mrs Sucksby gripped Gentlemans arm. take your ill clutcomach.

    I cant.

    take your hand away!

    Sed to see . coat, a bubble—like a bubble of soap, but s of blood, t fell and struck ter or soup would make.

    Dainty s wobbled. Fuck! Fuck! said John.

    Set c. Fetco catcching—

    leman. !

    ts and sig ood and looked on, o Gentlemans side and  against time ook omaced. Fetc or a pot, sy ran to t up t t  t it and set it doriking t of t, against te, and against t great dark eye—leman  and greened.

    O! , Im dying! In bettering moan, t