mig your grand-dad and uncle sake you a. t your grand-dad died. tly, in try; and you in a quiet oo. tter—Means o me, Sue to pin it to? t I reet like ours; to keep . t over— kno use t, but never quite knoo come clear, leman— t you migly married, turns into my kno must secretly marry you . . . Its te, to look at Sue and knoh her. She shrugs. ell, and
no. Sues you, dear girl. And you here for is—
Listen, Maud! says Ricurned my o me, lifts o stroke my hair.
o start being Sue. Only t, dear girl! Only t.
I open my eyes, and suppose look stupid.
Do you see? says Ricatement, une—Mauds so me. I so say I of it; but ter all, and o her. he makes a bow.
ts fair, aint it? says Mrs Sucksby, still stroking my hair.
But to say, Sues real sands also to get. tatement names en less tunes . . . t all means not ts Maud Lilly—true Maud Lilly— t ed? to vanise ago, t you
you, to be passed off as Sue, and so make Mrs Sucksby rich?
Make us bot so less, dear, as to rob you quite of everyt you, and o ss une. I got plans for us bot, t grand!—Saps her nose.
I pus am too giddy, still, to stand. You are mad, I say to th. You are mad! I— Pass me off as Sue?
? says Richink we shall.
Convince him, how?
have been
like parents to you, and so migo knooo—to any kind of misc met you at Briar, er my lemens ends to be struck . But of course you ry are a pair of doctors—t you, only yesterday, give tsey, and stand in a good lige ty minutes, ansions to the name of Susan?
s me consider t. t, o lose? Dear Maud, you o your name—w so much as a name!
I my fingers to my mout do it? Suppose, well him—
tell ? tell ted to s girl?—looked on, ?
I sit and c last I say, in a urn to Mrs Sucksby. And you, I say. Are you so o think, of Sue— Are you so vile?
Ss. ickedness, terms! terms of fiction. Do you t in ttas—for comedys sake? Look about you, Maud. Step to to treet. t fiction. It