e many more, as t. I o to make you immune, t you mig me. My eyes—do you look at my eyes, Maud. akes off acles and brings o mine; and I flinc of and naked face—yet see nooo, ain film, or milkiness, upon t sside triol and arsenic must do so like t so. I he larger dose.
urns and takes a book from to me, pressing my fingers it.
Keep t o tutored. tainted, sell. You understand me? I ouch poison, Maud. Remember.
tain Draion of Laura. I sit alone, and turn tand at last tter I lemen.
t pleasure. My uncle collects it—keeps it neat, keeps it ordered, on guarded s keeps it strangely—not for its o; rat provides fuel for tisfying of a curious lust.
I mean, t of the bookman.
See o me softly, draexts e t edge? Observe tooling, look. he
tilts to me but, jealously, let me take it. Not yet not yet! Ater; titles, look, picked out in red. tals floext. extravagance! And t see ispiece— ture is of a lady reclined on a coucleman beside tip—done after Borel, most rare. I all at Liverpool, for a s part noy pounds.—Come, come! y o my eacion, to see you colour? ell, no more of t. leisure. You tance, in tiny of the form.
So o me, many times. I do not believe een. t first, seems a frig c lusts, gro limbs and cavities, be prone to fevers, to crises, seek not togeting flesopped up ing of my legs. I imagine myself fingered and pierced ... I am teen, as I o restlessness: I begin to lie eac at Barbaras side, back t to study t. take to c I kno, and fair—darkest of all. t troubles me. t last, one day, sc are you looking at? s, I anss as . her cheek flares crimson. Oh! she cries. I never did! here did you learn such words? From my uncle, I say.
Oleman. Ill tell Mrs Stiles! Siles ead, like Barbara, sarts back. But takes up a block of soap and, while
Barbara o my mout back and fortongue.
Speak like a devil, and a filt? Like your orasher? ill you? ill
you?
ts me fall, and stands and out a light.