scious of myself,  to range, t last sretc gave a t s see it. I moved from o take tment back to its cupboard. My  to do o do. ted—to t. I did not plan to steal it, siced if I  men came all time to Lant Street, s of soap, and putty, and  into the jar.

    took tting, good as anyt it once, t ts s only pretended to lock. took it back to Nurse Bacon, and s ip of humb, like before.

    Rigo put in to ttom. ts right.

    I  meet  to my bed, and s in il Nurse Spiller brougs. I  used to taking mine, along

    tonigipped it ao ttress, time—ty boc of fever, to see . If so tting, or any small to t open, and locked it, and spoiled my plan, I cant say o despair of  and dropped it; ground t till s on. t up, and put goand, rubbing omacton of  all t me, seeming to turn some idea over in her mind . . .

    But t . S t into arted snoring.

    I counted ed ty I rose, like a g, crept back to t out the jar of grease.

    t my copy. I cant say  took. I only kno took s and blankets bunc my o muffle till t in time to Nurse Bacons snores. And I could not file too quickly even to be matcs op and flex t, t errible o be doing in a desperate mood. I seemed to feel t slipping a me and be brougo myself—to till I feared t time opped and I s in it for ever. No-one called out

    t nig as  I kne Cing, on ties ing for me; and t, beyond ing—per my name ... It must  of t, t gave me courage and made true.

    For at last time o t ts all matc, in a sort of daze. My fingers ained from t nu