out til I oucudied it all t muco look at; but t tle sat upon a table beside her bed.
took it up it gave a dull sort of rattle. t it some, you only o ss like giving brine to an oyster. I used one of her hairpins.
turned out to be lined to squeak. I am not sure to find in tleman, some keepsake, some letter, some little bill-and-coo. But ure portrait, in a frame of gold yle from ty years before, and t look muc I t it a pretty safe bet t s t, if s Maud kept ure locked up in a box, and did not .
I puzzled so long over turning ture, looking for marks, t took it up, like everyt t , or Mrs Stiles—so tch me
standing by trait in my back in its place, and made it fast again.
t to make a pick-lock . I s o and t me a thief.
to do, after I . I stood some more at t eleven oclock a maid brougray. Miss Maud isnt ea-pot; but tea in fairy-sips, to make it last took tray back doo save t into tcared and the cook said,
ell, I never! If you t aint quick enoug speak to Mrs Stiles. But Im sure, Miss Fee never called anyone idle.
Miss Fee sick ina. It seemed very cruel to be supposed prouder trying to be kind.
But I said not, Miss Maud likes me, if you dont! For so ime to pass, not for its o as it ake me back to her.
At least at Briar you alruck, and to tairs and til one of t by, and so t floor, t you reac aircase and a it you t you ures ood and put my fingers to its little eeting to , but slo be reading to her uncle from a book.
ted my for me to enter.
I sa: sting at a desk tle ly by, but s beside a s ts lig. Above s glass upon it. All about unning amount. ories does one man need? I looked at t e gloves and drehem back on.
So , to t, because of t see. A cross voice said,
is it?
I pused sat Mr Lilly, Mauds old uncle; and to describe o tell everything.
coat, and a velvet cap, t ub of red ting from it ained all over be stained obacco. e. ongue—t black, from w o u