Chapter Thirteen
escapes me, still. Mr rey ccs o es at thumb, and frowns.
I say, You are good, to her men would blame me.
No, no. I said? It is Rivers I blame. Never mind. tell me, no money have you, upon you now?
I have none.
No money at all?
I ake a plainer one, anyway.
Sell your gown? speak so oddly, will you? hen you go back—
Go back? to Briar?
to Briar? I mean, to your husband.
to . I cannot go back to aken me to escape him!
he shakes his head. Mrs Rivers— he says. I shudder.
Dont call me t, I say, I beg you.
Again, so odd! ougo call you, if not t?
Call me Maud. You asked me, just no, and nothing else.
be foolisen to me, now. I am sorry for you. You you—?
I laugarts; and typesetters look up. , turns back to me.
ill you be reasonable? ly, warningly.
But ?
A quarrel, I say. You t a quarrel. You t, ? You kno guess , I cant tell you. Its too great a thing.
is?
A secret t say. I cannot— O . you like t is type? I say. ill you tell me?
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For a second ansly.
Clarendon. Clarendon. I kne, after all. I continue to gaze at t my fingers to t—until Mr rey comes and places a blank s upon it, as hers.
Dont look t stare so! is tter be ill.
I am not ill, I ansired. I close my eyes. I ay here, and sleep.
Stay ay sound of t eadily, I am only tired. But anse, again, at tciously, from trey— I