where, now, she ays again; and I shiver, for her voice is Sues.
brougs o t I feel h. I close my eyes.
e t you lost, s you came back. Dear girl, I knew you should!
I I kne; I never kne till now. I hing. No home—
here is your home! she says.
No friends—
here are your friends!
No love—
Shen speaks, in a whisper.
Dear girl, dont you kno I said, a imes—?
I begin to ration, exion. ? I cry, tears. it enougo me you also love me? you smotorment me, er my ?
I takes t of my strengt speak. Scs, until I ill. turns ilts it. I t she is smiling.
ts are gone! Aint it? Surns back to me. I ell you, dear girl, sly, t I once bore an infant of my o died? Round about time t t lady, Sues mot told, round queer . . .?
to o s, and reaco stroke my tangled e safe, noroking stops. S up a lock of tone, about your e, and your and hands I knew would be
slender. Only your rat pictured
t from treet-lamp, and from tarnis once I see is plump and must, I understand suddenly, must once s h. Dear girl, she says. My own, my own dear girl—
Sates anot; t last.