t; and I cried out loud.
S turned o look at me, to y street and te a minute. I dont t time. I dont tayed open— I sa last. turned back into took a step ao ed o unfasten t the back of her collar.
then came darkness.
I moved back from te face ed
treetligriking it—on t. I turned from the glass. My cry had woken Charles, and I suppose my look was peculiar.
Miss, ? he said in a whisper.
I put my h.
Oook a couple of staggering steps toell me who I am!
ho, miss?
Not miss, dont call me missl I never one.—Oaken everytaken everyt e. Sonight!
I ran in a kind of fever, back to tter, to look at t I climb to t, creep in, and stab knife?
I ran again, and caug up and tried its edge. Not s me, tone t op, and dre. Like to C edge? Come on, come on. Youre t you?
cerror; trembling fingers, ss good, I said. t s point against . topped. But, dont you t, after all, a deatabbing comes rat ougo find a slo of stifling, strangling, beating ake longer; and oo s tter?
o tood it, and begun to quiver.
— You aint to be at Briar!
I said, Look at you. You aint t boy had nerve.
I Mr Rivers!
I laug ne quite t you t her. Mr Rivers is a devil and a rogue.
epped forward. !
old everyone I was me in a mad was, signed my order?
If , it must rue!
hes a villain.
Briar said so.
tten.
o fists. I dont care! he cried.
You to man for a devil?
Better t, t upon te you!
And I e you, I said, you fucking nancy
I still one in my at him.
It missed a foot; but t striking t as badly as t it from me. I touc . I to C beside ried to push me away.
Get off me! care!
Cen to me, I said, in a steadier voice. I dont e you, truly. And you mustnt e me. I am all youve got. You your place at Briar, and your aunty dont you. You cant go back to try no my o beaken by ter of a s? Dont cry, for Gods sake!—o sob.—You