s c of me, and ruggle a moment t, Mrs Stiles darts from to lead me back upstairs. I suppose youre tle girls always are. I seful for a we egg now.
I am admit to it. But so come, and t and a glass of s red o
bear, some I sears , and tiles stand togetce alone. ttle cloak over myself, tle iles at terrible fear, and a sense of many ly tolled. I believe it is seven or eight oclock.
I say, I so be taken home now.
Mrs Stiles laugo t a plaqe to call your home!
I shey miss me.
I so be rid of you—ty, pale-faced little t you are. Come s your bed-time. So unlace my goug a.
I say, Youve no rigo me! Youre noto me! I my mot love me!
trait at my t. ts all teful you , to knoeady. You must o give you the figure of a lady.
Saken tiff buff dress from me, and all tig t grips me s a nigo my e skin gloves, c ts. Only my feet remain bare. I fall upon tcill.
See e, tle daug died. Semper like a lambs. le-tempered co die, and peeviso t say. hy
your motune, surned out tras live to keep your fingers smooto a lady, is a puzzle. eep all tful tears you like. You s ter.
Scakes me to to t, y bed, ts doains. t: sells me it leads to anotempered girl sleeps ten in t, and if I am anyt still and good and quiet, she will hear; and her hand is very hard.
Say your prayers, so forgive you.
takes up the lamp and leaves, and I am plunged in an awful darkness.
I t a terrible to do to a c terrible, even noraining my ears against ting black of my oer. My corset . My knuckles, tugged into tiff skin gloves, are starting out in bruises. No clock ss its gears, and c comfort I can from my idea t someco s of tics licence to aking it for anotempered girl t sleeps next door is ed, and tle me o , close by—unnaturally close, to me to be: I imagine a t tain, a to cry. t I ears come strangely. I long to lie still, so t guess t I am t tiller I try to be, tcly, a spider or a mottling last, and jerk in a convulsion and