o take us doo our suppers. e er, and a pint of tea . . . C beside me. I ly pink.
te go about icks of brass, lig in among them, in a gown of his
own.
t . It her
marked by dust.
how much money have we now, Charles? I said.
e ook o a pareet, and wo shillings.
over.
O a boy in s-sleeves!
I said t back in a day or ter, and a cup of tea.
London s they lovely?
ans.
e crossed t Blackfriars, and from t more carefully still. e kept auck to ter even to ep ook, aking me closer to o see certain familiar tain familiar people—and felt, again, a stir in my , t I t e undo me. turned up to t end of Lant Street and stood looking along it; and my blood rus and my rose so I sed against and let my il t slower. hick. I said,
See t black door, C? ts to my oo run to t door; but I s. It aint safe.
Not safe? reets—t looked so dear to my eyes I could o his.
Not safe, I said again, ill behind us.
But I looked along treet, at Mr Ibbss door, and t t. It o temptation to go closer to it oo great. I caugood at a by, and laug my veil. I kneo be afraid again, of being seen, and recognised. I t I er all, to reet; t, I just make a run at t for Mrs Sucksby? Maybe Id . I cant say. For I urned, as if to rearrange my bonnet; and will making up my mind C o , Oh!
t my veil reet, and ted, to let someone leman. old slouc, and clot . cer. I tling. t Mr Ibbss so a stop. o t of and dre a key. against tep—first t, t—to knock t from tted t, and inside. all, in t and most familiar way you can imagine.
I sa my feelings o o o ruck t of to ill at Dr Cies and mig any moment be taken, ser. My breatrangely, in little catc ticed. -sleeves.—Oill said. Oh! Oh!
t on his cuffs.
I cauged to run—back, ted to run, more t did. Come on, I said. Come, quick. t Mr Ibbss door— t of Mrs Sucksby be—t of Gentleman, cool and easy at be cay, but Street, but furt. t side. e reac b