e. Go next to a blacksmit a file—see
my fingers?—same it. Keep t ednesday, only ednesday and me? Charles?
ared. I o gro t me and c the door-place and was headed our way.
times up, she said.
e stood. I kept o keep from sinking. I looked at Co now reac again.
Youll remember, you, w Ive said?
ened let them go.
Dont leave me! I said. t leave me, please!
he jumped.
Noime for this. Come on.
So ungrip my fingers. It took or t o h.
Sad, aint it? Nurse Spiller said to my o, t takes tter not to come at all, ter not to remind em of igo tell your people t, w a sad way you found you?
o me, and nodded. I said,
Ceettering about t mind it. Its not all.
But I could see me no I must be mad, after all; and if t, t Dr Cies house for ever, I should never see Mrs
Sucksby and never t let me go. Anoto see Co t me c o keep from running after. As , urned, and stumbled, and met my gaze. tried to smile, and suppose the smile was dreadful.
Youll remember! I called, my voice range. Youll remember ts!
ter trengts! tood and laug me, until t.
t errible one. I my oo it. Say I greo it again, in seven days? Say I greupid? Say Coo funked to knoo keep myself from slipping into a dream again. I pincil t my oongue. Eac days noticed. day is today? Id ask Miss ilson and Mrs Price. Of course, t, Good Friday. then Id ask Nurse Bacon.
day is today, Nurse Bacon?
Punis Day, shed answer, wincing and rubbing her hands.
t, after all, C come— t I oo mad—t aken by disaster. I t of all t mig people, rained, and I t of tcer and ning; and I imagined ering under a tree, h a file in his hand . . .
t. tie off in te in t to our room, looked at me and said, ell, aint . e sting out t te ...quot; S, she said.
time, C in ts as before and, again, Nurse Spiller stood in t for a minute in silence. e as chalk. I said, in a whisper,
C?
he nod