t I am clumsy beats quick again, but no beats against t is like a vessel beating t my o it, and feel t—unlaced, it feels; unguarded, unsafe.
But tug of ter tance of my fear.
t is t of ter all. For restlessness. lengtapping at my door o once, You kno close. One cry will wake hing.
Do I suppose ry to kiss me? do t. ealto t ful so t w hear us? You are sure?
Do I teps close. But I feel t, still clinging to . I smell tobacco on remember all. I move to one side of tand tensely, gripping t. to tween us, and speaks in whispers.
you. But I o Briar, after so mucomorroo leave seeing you. You understand me. I make no judgement on your receiving me like tirs, you are to say t you I found out your room and came, invitation. Ive been guilty of as mucs as once, onig of and me? I to come?
I say, I understand t you somet: t my motic; t my uncle t is no secret, anyone mig; ts . I am forbidden to forget it. I am sorry for you, if you meant to profit by it.
I am sorry, o o remind you of it again. It means noto me, except as it o your coming to Briar and being kept by your uncle in suc is ed from your motune.—Youll forgive my speaking plainly. I am a sort of villain, and knoher
villains best. Your uncle is t kind, for o tell me you love is suit us. But for no and let me speak leman to a lady?
ures and, after a second—as if ea-tray—ake our places on tgown. urns he folds.
Noo tell you w I know, he says.
I kno from rey. t you—per you, as of some fabulous creature: t Briar, ering monkey, to recite voluptuous texts for gentlemen—pero do tell you all t. ts noto me. rey, at least, is a little kinder; and t, . old me, in a pitying sort of tle of your life—your unfortunate motations, tions attac one in a . . . But rey une, and you are you are h, Miss Lilly?
I ate, t is several imes tliest book upon my uncles simes t. the only measure of value I know.
It is a great sum, says Mr Rivers, c