rig smiling. her voice is rough as her fingers.
Do I begin, to feel sure. I ter all, Mr rey time to be careful, in matter if s kind, so long as s? I look more closely at is a rusty black. exture of roasted meat. Ss placidly, not speaking, ws.
Must .
Not too far, dearie.
ill roug expression. I say, fretfully, Do you call me t? I wis.
Sure is so bold and yet so careless, I t my face again to to try to dra come. reet, I think, from here?
I dont like turning back to t walk?
alk, in ts. S. heres
Camden to back and be
good.
ill you talk to me, so? I say again. I am not a child.
And again, senser. e ts and sreet—some street of plain buildings. e turn a corner, and till. Presently , grey t of its steps. A girl in a ragged apron is reacaper to lig. ts sreet is perfectly silent.
s to topped and I understand it go on.
heres your house, she says.
tel?
el? S t. Sc my .
ait, I say—feeling real fear no last. do you mean? rey directed you to?
o here!
And w is here?
Its a it? is it to you, ? You s your supper all t leave off gripping me, mind!
Not until you tell me where I am.
Sries to pull I let eeth.
house for ladies, she says, like you.
Like me?
Like you. Poor ladies, here!
I aside.
I dont believe you, I say. I am meant to come to an el. Mr rey paid you for t—
Paid me to bring you o leave you. Most particular. If you dont like it— So . hy, heres his very hand.
S out a piece of paper. It is t Mr rey put about t __
A , for destitute gentle I gaze at t of disbelief: as if my gazing at t take, I say. mean
tood, or you take me back__
Im to bring you, and leave you, most particular, subbornly again. quot;Poor lady, o a cy place.quot; ty, aint it?
So t ans go back to reet!—and yet, even as I t, I knoraction of my , rey gone, to be anyer t, treet—tree