ss of you!
Sepped back. Dear girl, s Ricting take you?
I despise you, I say, for bringing me back!
Sares, t smiles. Sures about t t, I mean for you to keep at Lant Street! Dear girl, dear girl, you aken from make a lady of you. And a lady t je ting your s I said? I you by me, dear, ake companions? Only till I my une; t take t carriages and footmen well pearls, w dresses!
Ss o kiss me, to eat me. I rise and s tay ched scheme is done?
else? s to me? It une took you; it is me t you back. I been over for seventeen years. I been plotting and te since I first laid you in t Sue—
Sill harder. Sue, I say. Oh, Sue . . .
No I do everyt as ed?—kept idy, made a commonplace
girl of give he life you had from
her?
You have killed her! I say.
Killed ors about dont come cell you.
It certainly doesnt, says Ric, dont forget. I sy asylum, doo
me.
You see, dear girl? Killed for me! nursed ook sick? t do you t o me, er, s, in comparison s been made of you.
I stare at her. My God! I say. how could you? how could you?
Again, s?
But, to c o leave here—!
Ss my sleeve. You let take er, then?
From ter. Ricands c till buzzes, still beats against tops. As if it is a signal, I turn, and sink out of Mrs Sucksbys grasp. I sink to my knees at t. I ermined. I ten doy, desire, love, for t freedom being taken from me utterly, is it to be if I fancy myself defeated?
I give myself up to darkness; and my o t.