eps begin to fade. ts got  t word, plunge,

    Betty  must involve being pumped, like a drain,  t o soo.

    I dont kno, so all of us, nastily, as s back to  one of you t  off, ?

    But time, it o ting  for tie came running: tairs, and er and s being plunged meant being dropped in a bat gave me some comfort, at least; for it seemed to me t being bat be nearly so bad as being suckered and pumped . . .

    I still kne all.

    t test day of all t stifling summer—t turned out to be Nurse Bacons birt of it, sly to our room, to give ty. times, as I t alloo, and talking made it  of us to sleep; but or—for t it doo delusions and, after,  us. till,  playing cards or dominoes, drinking lemonade and, sometimes, beer.

    t, on account of it being Nurse Bacons birt; and because it ook too muc and got drunk. I lay  across my face, but kept my eyes  try to sleep  you mig Dr Cie, I suppose, might call—a morbid fear, of

    giving myself a I ougo keep ao a stupor; for teal their keys . . .

    t, ead, tter. I t noo a doze: I began to en one of t, or snort er; t er t o myself, . At last I looked at t red sing faces and t  open mout t boasting of o comparing grips. t to one anoto palm, to see hem showed her arm.

    Let us see yours, Belinda, anoty names like t. You could imagine t t us see it.

    Nurse Bacon pretended to look modest; t back  , it bulged. ts Iris it, and hem said,

    I s, youre almost a match for Nurse Flew.

    Nurse Fleo ron in a gaol.