e inc t. Gentleman stood and leaned and cte, calling , Jo call, laugo a terrier in a fig on.
o join t. t
made me sneeze and, after all, t ed too by a glass and a plate of morsels of meat for Mr Ibbss sister, and I said I , dear girl, sill clapping out t. I took te and tairs.
It epping out of , to leave our kitcers nig ter and seen to one or t go back to join ttle o t up t pair of stairs, to ttle attic I had been born in.
tonig rips of drugget on it. t for a bit of blue oil-clot acked to catcand. tand, at t, coat and a s, of Gentlemans, and one or t; t cs, t e linen spilling from it. On t of a c, a packet of cigarettes, and sealing-. ttle, like toffee.
t curtain upon it, aken off, for a counterpane: it from a burning ill smelt of cinders. I took it up and put it about my s tood at t at t ther was hanged.
t fe upon it, and I o it, to make turn to dirty er. I could still catcle and the bounce of
Daintys feet, but before me treets of t at a ern of a coac t of all t must be trange and ordinary lives—in otreets, in ter parts of London. I t of Maud Lilly, in kno I anding, plotting y arren and Jochen.
o make out t t in a fig, , s figty. S from fig ting bad meat. Just one bit of bad meat killed like t.
But, sleman t to.
I tried anotsey. t curtain made me clumsy. I tried again. I began to s, in sudden fear.
tcsteps on tair, and t ans again, upon ttic stairs, and t of tle—only a little, for s sout.
Are you ly. And all on your ohe dark?
S all t I —at tlemans boots and leathen she
came to me, and put o my c as if sickled or pinc stop—I said:
if I aint up to it, Mrs Sucksby? if I cant do it? Suppose I lose my nerve and let you doy, after all?
So t and sil it rested in back tain from my croked my hen.
Aint it a long o go? I said, looking up at her face.
Not so far, she answered.
Shere?
Srand of was caug my ear.
Every minute,