Not finding me tiresome, dear? Aint muco erest, perales ...quot;
Go on, I say. My mouticks. Go on, about the woman.
t tle girl? Suc little scrap of a girl, s blue, of course; and broer . . .
So my o my voice I make flat. Go on, I say again. I knoo tell me. tell me noer dead. then?
isimes. And sometimes t. Not co her, and when I said she had much
better give o me, te ;, you dont mean to raise ; I said. quot;You, a lady, a ; S to go abroad, ;Ill see my daugo a poor man before s; s;Im ty life.quot; t no amount of sensible talking from me could s s , to t to start for France so soon as rengtell you t s I o simple and good.
S its t are meant to suffer in t it, t very ime, of France, it il one nigting o cs t first put o me: I see rouble. t do you tracked er all. quot;t; says t;Lord to tell t t; Ss black. quot;t; s;and a bully to your lady out nory to !quot;
ell! t all, and started s;O; s;O only to France!quot;—but trip doairs ;take my baby!quot; s;take
as omb! take urn against me—o even named even named ; ts all s;I even named ;—quot;Name ; I said, just to make . quot;Name ill got t; quot;I ; she said.
quot;But, ;ell,quot; I said, quot;to be a lady after all, t no s your o; t;My names a eful one, Id sooner curse anyone call ;
Sops, seeing my face. It ed—t tory must reac, and ood, feeling my breater, my stomacale proceeds. I dras not true, I say. My mot a her was a soldier. I have his ring. Look here, look here!
I o my bag, and I stoop to it, and pull at torn leattle square of linen t t up. My udies it and shrugs.
Rings may be got, s about anywhere.
From him, I say.
From anyen like t, amped V.R.—ould t make the Queens?
I cannot ans a her— My uncle— I look up. My uncle. hy should my uncle lie?
ell trut last. I dare ss t of unluckiness— a man doesnt care to talk about too freely . . .
I gaze again at t upon it I liked, as a girl, to suppose ma