sly. Aint you my o I you sleman by you. I s you go, for any ordinary villain.
t rue, at least. But still my beat fast. I t again of Maud Lilly, sitting siging for me to come and unlace ays and goy had said.
I c t I to do it, t it a very mean trick, and shabby?
So t, and not given it a t. And I kno also o see you doing it now.
t made me tful. For a minute, and said not I asked Lant Street, amongst all t ever. I said, in a whisper,
Do you t s, Mrs Sucksby, whey drop you?
ill. t started up stroking, sure as before. She said,
I s feel not t your neck. Raticklis.
ticklish?
Say then, pricklish.
Still smoothing.
But it then?
Sed cted, whe drop is opened.
I t of t c. tc, like monkeys on sticks.
But it comes t quick at t, s on t I rat take t of it. And o dropping a lady— in suc the quicker?
I looked up at striking made o my s.
tilted er, quite beo come to t, Sue. I s, of all t go, t .
S; and then she winked.
S, and seemed to mean it.
I do sometimes only to be kind.
But I didnt t t loose; and tcime upon tairs, and tys voice.
you coming for a dance? Mr Ibbs old laugh down here.
woke
Mrs Sucksby said t so t back doime I did dance, leman as my partner. z-step. igy, and tcleman all time still calling, Go it, Joopping once to rub a bit of butter on o keep tle s.
Next day, at midday, s of stuff into trunk and . I leman could teacer tory and my ne needed to be done, and as I sat taking my last meal in t kitc, t ratoo dried, and clinging to my gums—Gentleman did it. from e me out a cer.
e it off in a moment. Of course, o faking papers. up for to dry, t out. It began:
to , May fair, recommends Miss Susan Smit on like t, I forget t of it, but it sounded all rigo me. flat again and signed it in a ladys curling to Mrs Sucksby.
do you t get Sue uation?
But Mrs Sucksby sai