op. Oh, Jesus, save me!
touco tell of it.
Not like t like t. ? O! I need a surgeon. Do I?
Bring o Dainty; but he shook his head.
No liquor. A smoke, t, here.
o coat, and Jo out a packet of cigarettes, and anotches.
tes
it at it in Gentlemans.
Good boy, said Gentleman, coug te fell. Jo it up in trembling fingers and set it back beto— as if it er. Gentleman began to shake.
Maud. S moved since stepping from o fall. S still as me, Jo Mr Ibbs, at me. and and cor. Bring a surgeon!
I ty took a step. Mr Ibbs caught her arm.
No surgeons , to this
house.
No men like t? cried Gentleman. tte fell. are you saying? Look at me! C! Dont you kno me! Im dying! Mrs Sucksby, you love me. Bring a man, I beg you.
Dear boy, be still, sill pressing too t. in pain and fear.
Damn you! ches! John—
Jo doo rying to .
Joed again. Noted, h red, his cheek gleaming like lard.
Jo! Dont ask me!
Gentleman turned to me. Suky! heyve killed me—
No surgeons, said Mr Ibbs again, w , and were done for.
take o treet, I said. Cant you? Call a doctor to treet.
too bad. Look at oo much blood.
t no filled t. Gentlemans moans o groer.
Damn you! ly. o cry. . here? Maud?
as pale as e we.
Maud? Maud? he said.
Shen she said, in a whisper: I am sorry. I am sorry.
God damn you! tle at later, a guso it—sa of t, and began to struggle, as if to raise ing about tc C and made to draime in terror on Gentlemans lips and curned and ran. o Mr Ibbss so o o make op, o Lant Street:
Murder! help! help! Murder!
At t e! said Mr Ibbs. too late. ood and listened. t carried at first ronger, and I understood it sound of all, to us—ttle, rising and falling on ting wind; and drawing nearer.
turned, and came to Dainty. Dainty,
run! ood for a second, t—the back way__
tearing ts from t go ead, to Gen