at me, and put o . t omb.

    ly, if you  pin yourself?

    It seemed an odd sort of question; but, of course, I o s of told her I should feel very ashamed and sad.

    ould you? serest in kno  killed my moto blame for abbed h my own hand!

    Srangely at   tips. I said,

    nonsense. ? t to be sorry.

    No-one made me t, s it myself.

    ts ter. As if a girl could stop herself from being born!

    I . One of tarted up from betones, its ing t sounded like a carpet being snapped out of a urned our o see it fly; and hem.

    I t,  do you o cry for? Youre in love, youre in love. I tried to remind her.

    Mr Rivers, I began. But she name and shivered.

    Look at t he new rain, look!

    S ter anot  ears. I  to ouched her arm.

    Put your cloak about you, I said. No me lift en it, as a c; and I t dra I made umble o ttle c  ing c above it ed ruck t tremble. Our skirts er at tood close to one anotig traig. She said,

    Mr Rivers o marry him, Sue.

    S in a flat voice, like a girl saying a lesson; and ted so o , w heavy as hers. I said,

    Ohing!

    A drop of rain fell between our faces.

    Are you truly? so t on miserably, I am sorry. For I  told  s four years until I am ty-one. o  so long?

    Of course, . I said, carefully, Are you sure, about your uncle?

    S spare me, so long as till, to be read and noted; and tlemans son, but—

    But your uncle  te enough a swell?

    S  if  t go any?

    S o  in e