op. Oh, Jesus, save me!

    touco tell of it.

    Not like t like t. ? O! I need a surgeon. Do I?

    Bring o Dainty; but he shook his head.

    No liquor. A smoke, t, here.

    o coat, and Jo out a packet of cigarettes, and anotches.

    tes

    it at  it in Gentlemans.

    Good boy, said Gentleman, coug te fell. Jo it up in trembling fingers and set it back beto— as if it er. Gentleman began to shake.

    Maud. S moved since stepping from o fall. S still as me,   Jo Mr Ibbs, at me. and and cor. Bring a surgeon!

    I ty took a step. Mr Ibbs caught her arm.

    No surgeons , to this

    house.

    No men like t? cried Gentleman. tte fell.  are you saying? Look at me! C! Dont you kno me! Im dying! Mrs Sucksby, you love me. Bring a man, I beg you.

    Dear boy, be still, sill pressing too t.  in pain and fear.

    Damn you! ches! John—

    Jo doo rying to .

    Joed again. Noted, h red, his cheek gleaming like lard.

    Jo! Dont ask me!

    Gentleman turned to me. Suky! heyve killed me—

    No surgeons, said Mr Ibbs again, w , and were done for.

    take o treet, I said. Cant you? Call a doctor to treet.

    too bad. Look at  oo much blood.

    t no filled t. Gentlemans moans o groer.

    Damn you! ly. o cry. . here? Maud?

    as pale as e we.

    Maud? Maud? he said.

    Shen she said, in a whisper: I am sorry. I am sorry.

    God damn you! tle at  later, a guso it—sa of t, and began to strugg