t time—
s at t; t, and starts. your slippers! Your feet are bleeding! Did you leave, shoes?
I must. I hing!
Not shoes?
No. Not so muc.
Rivers keeps you shoes?
believe it. If I mig listening. time tables, takes up a fe.
You oug to . Look at t this!
I catc of a line of print. —you s you, and I sry and , I say, from me? I Briar. ten?
t Briar. You dont understand. lemen, t is Rivers I blame for t—aken you—at least to you closer. you were.
You dont kno know how hes used me!
I dont to kno is not my place to kno tell me.—O yourself! Do you knos? You cant iced, surely?
I gaze do my skirt, my slippers. t to only— My voice begins to shake.
You see? o my staff, to my stock—if to come doer as t your feet! Are truly?
o t door. ait o typesetters in it. I see t their heads, hear his
nice.—I dont knoell t care. In sitting, I ired; and t, . ts oables: I lean upon it, and gaze across it—at trimmed, unseurbed or concealed by Mr rey.—and I sill t is ne t is t? I kno, but—it troubles me—I cannot name it.
—so, so, so, so, so, you like the birch, do you?
Mr rey returns. er; also a glass, er for me to drink.
ting tting t to me; t? Just enougo take the blood away, for now
ter is cold. I t and to my face. Mr rey looks round and sees me do it. Youre not feveris ill?—I am only tle of it. Very good, he says.
I look again at t upon table; but t escapes me, still. Mr rey ccs o es at thumb, and frowns.
I say, You are good, to her men would blame me.
No, no. I said? It is Rivers I blame. Never mind. tell me, no money have you, upon you now?
I have none.
No money at all?
I ake a plainer one, anyway.
Sell your gown? speak so oddly, will you? hen you go back—
Go back? to Briar?
to Briar? I mean, to your husband.
to . I cannot go back to aken me to escape him!
he shake