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    is  is c . . .

    At to tters -sy bandage sits and feeds s c at me.

    I start back from th my hands.

    hen Mrs Sucksby comes again, however, I am ready.

    Listen to me, I say, going to  Ricook me away from my uncles ?

    Your uncle? s me a tray, but stands in til I move back.

    Mr Lilly, I say, as I do it. You kno least. Dont you suppose his?

    I s it. Aint we made you cosy, dear?

    You kno you?

    All rig is Mr Ibbs. My voice   of tco t of tairs. Ricoo, irred in en.

    All rigly. to me. And , look, growing chilly.

    Ss tray upon t I kno Mr Ibbs still stands at t of tairs, t Rics and listens at top. tray e and a fork upon it, and a linen napkin. Upon te tter and er. t ttle like t  for my especial use at Briar; but  tial.

    Please let me go, I say.

    Mrs Sucksby shakes her head. Dear girl, she says, go where?

    Ss and, w answer, leaves me. Rico his bed. I hear him humming.

    I taking up te,  against t be strong. You must be strong and ready to run. And so I sit and eat—sloc tained; and I o replace them.

    After an o take ty plate. Anotand, again, at to t, and pace again. I pass from fury to maudlin grief, to stupor. But tering rage. I make a run at o strike he floor and kick, and kick—

    two passes in darkness.

    , it is again unnaturally early. ttle basket ced gold,  cus. I take it to t  me, until Mrs Sucksby yawns and opens her eyes.

    Dear girl, all rigy of tion—o be so  rat—