f its  beneathere is a

    fluttering at top of its scs ^er o  for a cigarette. , Put t you?

    mildly; and I become a. I set table, among tes and c once, takes  over its head.

    do it. John Vroom shall have him—lips, nose and ears!

    tickled. ts enougs to be  of to t y, see to little Sidney before ed girl. I expected not you dont imagine o  you? So me again. S stand  toucs rokes my sleeve. You dont imagine you aint more welcome han anyone?

    I still stle. I cant imagine, I say, pulling myself a in keeping me o leave.

    Silts , Mr Ibbs? srokes me again. Sit do t from a very grand place, it miging for you. ont you take off your cloak, and your bonnet? You ser, c you slip off your gloves?—ell, you kno.

    I cly, is raticular about to  feed way— by her uncle.

    the woman looks sage.

    Your uncle, s  a lot of filtouch you, dear,

    to  no, ter your oranger, I al a shame?

    I , to disguise trembling of my legs; but o t, it is , it is terribly , my c I must not move, I must till picks at till at my side. t of t s it.

    I turn my  not my gaze. Ric ansens tring of my bonnet and dra from my s my akes up a lock of it and rubs it between her fingers.

    Quite fair, s of e fair, like gold almost.

    Do you mean to sell it? I say take it! I snatc t up and rip it from its pins. You see, I say,  me go.

    Sty  I said? e dont mean to  y: you sime. And Mr ing for you— you, Mr Ibbs? And ing for you,  of all. Dear me,  has been.