imes seen nurses curtsey, laugo lady lunatics. o a darkness t seems to lap at my buff goer or is t my uncle cultivates in her men grow vines and flowering creepers.
takes me up a staircase quite even, and times torn: my nes make me clumsy, and once I fall. Come up, c; and no stay to me—t like ted filled raits, sing blades, creatures in frames and cases. taircase turns upon itself, to make a gallery about t every turning tant grubs, in tand servants, come to see me make my progress the house.
I do not knos, lunatics.
co the woman.
o see your face, so see if you turned out her.
I y mot t; and am hem.
topped before a door. handsome is as hand-
some does, s died. to be yours.
Sakes me into to t joins it. ttle as if battered by fists. t is er noo ttle fire—I am too small to see my face in tand and shiver.
S your mittens, says ter sakes my cloak from me, t ug all you like, s s you, it s a business to see you neat, after t say. Notle girl lift up s and piddle?
Scs a cloter and washes my face and hands.
I sa. Sefuller t teac house of yours?
I long for my little oo, and knoruggle and limp. At lengteps from me and wipes her hands.
Lord, hink hell make a lady of you.
I dont to be a lady! I say. My uncle cannot make me.
I s e youve made us.
tifled ringing of a bell, times. It is a clock; I understand it, o to t told tics to rise, to dress, to say to take think,
No as before. Even tcs ired. Again my boots catcs. alk softly! says the woman in a whisper, pinching my arm. heres your uncles room, look.
Sakes me in. put on ter sun striking t strangely. t t is t suitable for ted; and t is pink. I suppose all printed o be true ones.
ts me very near tands at my back, s surface is cap assel on a fraying ther, paler, pair of coloured glasses.
So, miss, epping toiles? he asks her.
Rather ill, sir.
I can see it, in her eye. here