bare think I would weep, if I had life enough.

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    All rig ans mind it no, now.

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    Oh, my girl, she says.

    I dont knoer t. Dainty screams, I t looking. I go up tairs to Mrs Sucksbys room— my room, our room, I suppose I must call it no upon to t . My feet o bleed.

    Se, before sly. S at urning tly in to ands at my side. S try to touc srembling.

    Dear girl, s. e supposed you drowned, or murdered—

    c does not break. Ss and, , she says.

    I do. Sakes tays. S ask icoats. S exclaim over my slippers and feet—tockings. Ss me, naked, into t to my jas beside me. Srokes my eases out tangles ugs. there, now, she says.

    t. I talking, but

    talking in where, now, she ays again; and I shiver, for her voice is Sues.

    brougs o t I feel h. I close my eyes.

    e t you lost, s you came back. Dear girl, I knew you should!

    I  I kne; I never kne till now. I hing. No home—

    here is your home! she says.

    No friends—

    here are your friends!

    No love—

    Shen speaks, in a whisper.

    Dear girl, dont you kno I said, a imes—?

    I begin to ration, exion. ? I cry, tears.  it enougo  me  you also love me?