eyes are sure and colour of yellos of t my t.

    Per, after all, says Mrs Sucksby, aint t too like bruises. And as for your c say you give it a bit of a pinc t? No? Let Dainty try for you t a grip like thunder, she has.

    Dainty comes and seizes my c and t from her grasp.

    All rig! sossing amping. Im sure, you can keep your yellow face!

    o like one. You put t lip in. Dainty o pout. ts better. Miss Lilly,  ake try touc green—  all, so long as you keep from sing too he bodice.

    But I cannot bear to be  let en t dress. You like it, dear girl? ser. t last. Noun ts? Miss Lilly?—Dainty, you go on first. tairs are tricky, I se for Miss Lilly to take a tumble.

    Sy passes before me and, after a second, I folloill  I o Briar.  t of tairs, t I ougo take? I am not sure. I cannot see. Dainty raordinary sound—a sound, like trembling, to silence. I start, and turn. Mrs Sucksby urned. Go on, you old bird! s. And to me, more sly: Not frigs only Mr Ibbss aged sister, t is kept to o the horrors.

    S and en doairs—my limbs ac, and my breaty s at ttom. to fill it. In o tcreet-door bes across it. I sloep. But toucs rigep again, and almost stumble.

    tcting at table playing at dice. t t! y, say it was you and Ill kiss you.

    Ill bruise your eyes, get my ired. Get out of t ctle er, and let  down.

    S ing tcrying t.—Keep ts out, sching her.

    Jos ty seat. Come, Maud,  beside me. And if you  to fly at my eyes—

    as you did, you kno to kno