t an angle and t scarlet clot . I sao be sure; t Charles.

    Put your coat on, I said. Its time.

    urned up his

    collar.

    tter? Very good. Be brave, now. No funny

    stuff. Ill be c forget.

    speak. , and after a moment I sa and stand before Mr Ibbss. o ttle  o er.—Dont look round, you fool! I t,   run from tep. o. But before y. t ing o Mr Ibbs; treet. Like a fool, o see urning tc we ed.

    Say five minutes passed. Say ten.

    did I suppose ,  so , make a sign—I dont kno tayed quiet, and  ty still be. Cood, and quivered. I o  t our

    running.—Dont you run, you fuckster! I said, and  t, for  do and up tairs. By time ears and snot.

    God  mean to do it! ing in. God  and made me!

    Made you le tick?

    I got  his hands before his face.

    S tter off me and read it! he said. ho did?

    Miss Maud! Miss Maud!

    I looked at  all, just as you said. I gave tcall man took it and opened its back.  my scarf oot eeteasing. t give me a look. But tried to reac Miss Maud sater in my  me, and kneable, and ster under table and read it, and sed my fingers so hard—

    o dissolve, like salt in ter of ears.

    Stop crying! I said. Stop crying for once in your life, or I sell me now, w did she do?

    ook a breat o , and broug.

    S sook it from table o me, as if it mig; and tall man closed tcook it, and t me

    out. Miss Maud c s  it for you but, o God  its for!

    over. S very small, and it took me a mome