to my old room, and I like a lamb. I t and, like t notalk of putting canvas bracelets on me, in case I s in anot; but I lay so quietly, tie, in my beted it, and I supposed t, getting me alone, s—I t, if saken t it seemed to me t s me oddly; and me. No it? e must of fun, mustnt we? or we should go mad . . .
I turned my face aill c care. I cared for not up my nerve and my spirit, all t time. I ed for my c noo gro ering curtain across it. ried to go over treets of t my reets. If
ty—a place so different from ty I kne migo anso Maud and Mrs Rivers; sometimes it seemed to me I must be Maud, since so many people said I imes I even seemed to dream, not my o imes to remember t shem.
t Nurse Bacon—greer t I I got used to being s used to seeing oturn. I got used to it all. I got used to my bed, to to Miss ilson and Mrs Price, to Betty, to Dr Cie. I s, no I ter, but only t my malady aken a different turn, and urn back. Until it did, t in trying to cure me; so opped trying. I trutoget so , and t money. No and looked into my mout stay long in t all, once t most of our time t used to t.
God knoo. God kno place—maybe, years. Maybe as long as poor Miss ilson: for per put be today. I still t and s never out; and Mrs Sucksby and Mr Ibbs, and Gentleman, and Maud— whey be, now?
I t, too.
But t out. Blame Fortune. Fortunes blind, and une sent roy to t
it?—and a prince, to ty. Fortune kept me at Dr Cies nearly all t summer long; ten to me.
ter time in July. tupid I by till a in ted for to be rung; and, in ternoons, you o to do. to stay aime pass. I slept as muc so muc o come or, to ell me again; and .
A visitor? I said.
Nurse Spiller folded
Nurse Bacon, will rubbing her knuckles and wincing. Bad? she said.
Like scorpions stings, Nurse Spiller.
Nurse Spiller tutted. I said again,
A visitor? For me?
Soday, or not?
I did not kno I rose, on s—for if tor , leman. My