by Ric devil! you, sir! all of us! olen a fortune. een thousand pounds!
I let go of . My voice o t it trut to be deluded. I sie got out le, just like before. tes and Mr ty bellowed.
t me back in t me s, ea.
out, youll be sorry! I said, as t a mothe land!
Nurse Spiller nodded. Is ss yours, and all our othen; and she laughed.
I tea—ed bitter—must in it. I slept t migo stupid. I let take me, stumbling, back to tie made our, and .
You are calmer today, Mrs Rivers, and from sleeping, it ick my tongue from my gums, to answer,
I aint Mrs Rivers!
And .
My ried to to our rooms in the
morning, and to sit and be silent—or to read, if books t put up on a stool, looking over ttle magazine—no red fingers, to turn a page; and nohen chuckling.
And t t yaook us doairs for our dinners. Anoto hey said. No dawdling.
e my back.
Dont be frig turn your be frightened, she said, of your soup.
ter, to be nearer Nurse Bacon.
So t our line cy or so ladies kept in t o me noer my spell in t and s of fas t some to t teeteetaken from ts and bruises, and ots or muffs—t saying t all mad, in to me, just t t er all, as t maniacs. tty, ons. One liked to s bad s. t and turned their laps, and mumbled, and sighed.
I sat among te t was soup, as Miss ilson me, nodding her
; but I catc catcupid, before; no of frig of fever of friging, and tc t. But t kno of tools I suppose I mig I any kind of tool—not so muco make one e our soup in, and so soft, t hem.
Dinner lasted cout men—Mr Bates and Mr ood at tables. ced up my hand and said,
Please, sir, wors? Sir? May I see Dr Cie, sir?
Dr Cie is busy, . he walked on.
A lady said, You s see tors no you know?
Sher.
.
From London, I said, still looking after think I come from somewhere else.
From London! s, too: London! A!
And t beginning. t is very ?
I said, Out?