on to my knees and ted from her.

    You may call c. You aint having my dress.

    ch, am I? she answered. ell!

    And so a fist, and s me.

    I e dodger and t I . t out of my  my o my face, and lay doo getting goics, and rick for it; and next s  and took t. took my garters, and tockings, and finally my hair-pins.

    tood, darker-faced ting.

    tticoat and sll be no business of ours. You -Mrs-Rivers? You sit in t, and steemper from a fit. Kick all you like in  out your joints, congue off. Keep you quiet. e prefers t, makes our job nicer.

    S, and s me. t  me, and done notcake my stockings and stays. I o , and tling grew very mucer.

    I could no longer , I got to my feet. trembling. I  to put too fine a point on it, properly funked. I , on my knees, to to look at tself y canvas, padded rahe walls were covered in padded

    canvas, too. t. t, very mucorn and stained. ttle tin pot I  to piddle in. t came in green and dark, like ter in a pond.

    I stood and looked at it all, in a sort of daze— t on t it  t struck. turned back to t my fingers to it—to to to to try and pull it. But it ig ood plucking at it I began to make out little dints and tears in ty canvas—little crescents, ood all at once must be t by tics—all tics, I mean— room before me. t t I anding, doing just epped a. I flung myself back, and began to beat at t.

    range. O me in or! help! Can you hear me? I coughed again. help! Can you hear me—?

    And so on. I stood and