e.

    And you understand how?

    I , until t. Now I see his face.

    Its quite tuous girls like t. ill stop up a moutter even tbruss to o run t trouble ails,  muco it. Not muc all—  ill fair?

    Quite fair, sir.

    Good. Very good . . . t I suppose lobruso ongue and sucks to a point. Ill do it tonigfully. So o yours. All you must do is, give me fifteen minutes alone  me—and not come, if s.

    It il t, a sort of game. Dont gentlemen and young ladies, in country  and intrigue? No failing, or s.  nig look at urn my o your room, tate—perc cco  cry out, after all. So keep from going to  kno, s, s ion and t t drops, is stifled or soot to  of all: not an absence of sound, but teeming—as ter teems, wh kicks and squirming

    movements. I imagine  back—but e  e mout his—

    I put my o my oop up my ears. I dont  ay closed; take drops, at last, to  day, e. I s o s is red and raised and swollen.

    Scarlet fever, s meeting my gaze.

    tion. Fears, of t! So an attic, and plates of vinegar burned in  only once, to make me  t. I reacing a blow; I only kiss ly, on .

    t me in scorn.

    You are soft on me noo you trying. Id like to see you bruise him, before he bruises you.

    tle—but only a little; and o me t I forget s are all   off my self, live to anottern—live  patterns,   books! I will ban paper from my house!

    I lie upon my bed and try to imagine t I ake, in London. I cannot do it. I see only a series of voluptuous rooms— dim ro