ressed in a velvet goo o call me miss. ont he, Mrs Sucksby?
. Ill tear my oongue out, before I do t!
Ill tear it out first! I said.
I sound like a child. I was a child! Perhaps Mrs Sucksby was
t, too. For s, still gazing at me, lip. S roubled. I could almost have said, she was afraid.
Perhaps she was.
Or per noo follow.