elf, to range, t last sretc gave a t s see it. I moved from o take tment back to its cupboard. My to do o do. ted—to t. I did not plan to steal it, siced if I men came all time to Lant Street, s of soap, and putty, and into the jar.
took tting, good as anyt it once, t ts s only pretended to lock. took it back to Nurse Bacon, and s ip of humb, like before.
Rigo put in to ttom. ts right.
I meet to my bed, and s in il Nurse Spiller brougs. I used to taking mine, along
tonigipped it ao ttress, time—ty boc of fever, to see . If so tting, or any small to t open, and locked it, and spoiled my plan, I cant say o despair of and dropped it; ground t till s on. t up, and put goand, rubbing omacton of all t me, seeming to turn some idea over in her mind . . .
But t . S t into arted snoring.
I counted ed ty I rose, like a g, crept back to t out the jar of grease.
t my copy. I cant say took. I only kno took s and blankets bunc my o muffle till t in time to Nurse Bacons snores. And I could not file too quickly even to be matcs op and flex t, t errible o be doing in a desperate mood. I seemed to feel t slipping a me and be brougo myself—to till I feared t time opped and I s in it for ever. No-one called out
t nig as I kne Cing, on ties ing for me; and t, beyond ing—per my name ... It must of t, t gave me courage and made true.
For at last time o t ts all matc, in a sort of daze. My fingers ained from t numb from gripping. I dared not stay to bind tartan goook up my rubber boots. I also took Nurse Bacons comb.—t t. I lifted it from off able, and, as I did, s s ood quite still, looking into . I t, ed sricked of , when Id said I would rub her hands.
Queer, t sucimes. I ce, t to t turned it. Please, God, I of my days, I s cauguck. Fuck! Fuck! I said. t cut true after all: no turn, eiter! O ried again—still not last I let it go. I silently back to my bed, got Nurse Bacons ointment jar, stole back to