crafty—kept  of all. So Betty  out from ook t once, and dropped to .

    I never sa trembling in a  seemed too  I—of all people in t so lo  even a fancy key, but a plain one, raigs upon it t, given t kind of blank and file, I kneo fake up. I t it, a imes a day. I t it as I  it as I tle garden; as I sat in ts imes over. But my ts were more like poisons. I hey made me sick.

    It  of sickness, not like t , in my first days t was a kind

    of creeping misery, t crept so slos of t kno il too late. I still said, to everyone  I e in my rig I ake— t I  Maud Rivers, and must be let out at once. But I said it so often, t—like coins losing too muc. One day at last, I  again; and t me in pity.

    I t t you see, Im afraid you must be mad, since you are  us all. You need only look about you. You need only look at yourself.

    S, as before, sy; topped,  t, I could not say in  look, to otie kept no looking-glasses, for fear t smas seemed to me no t time I  my o Mrs Creams— at Mrs Creams?—le mirror. I put my o my eyes. tain of it.  o taken it from me—and taken, too, Mauds mot —tead— I looked do myself, at tartan dress and rubber boots. I  used to t t see tter. t to cting  a little to t of  looked into t was dark, and sopped, and  her face.—I blinked. She blinked. She was me.

    I  sloowards her, and looked myself over, in horror.

    I looked, as tic. My ill

    seo my  s stitcood out in tufts. My face  marked, s and scratc of sleep, I suppose—and red at tick. ta