t; and I cried out loud.

    S  turned o look at me, to y street and te a minute. I dont t time. I dont tayed open— I sa last. turned back into took a step ao ed o unfasten t the back of her collar.

    then came darkness.

    I moved back from te face ed

    treetligriking it—on t. I turned from the glass. My cry had woken Charles, and I suppose my look was peculiar.

    Miss, ? he said in a whisper.

    I put my h.

    Oook a couple of staggering steps toell me who I am!

    ho, miss?

    Not miss, dont call me missl I never  one.—Oaken everytaken everyt e. Sonight!

    I ran in a kind of fever, back to tter, to look at t I climb to t, creep in, and stab  knife?

    I ran again, and caug up and tried its edge. Not s me, tone t op, and dre. Like to C edge? Come on, come on. Youre t you?

    cerror; trembling fingers, ss good, I said. t s point against . topped. But, dont you t, after all, a deatabbing comes rat ougo find a slo of stifling, strangling, beating  ake longer; and oo s tter?

    o tood  it, and begun to quiver.

    — You aint to be at Briar!

    I said, Look at you. You aint t boy had nerve.

    I  Mr Rivers!

    I laug ne quite t you t her. Mr Rivers is a devil and a rogue.

    epped forward. !

    old everyone I was  me in a mad was, signed my order?

    If , it must rue!

    hes a villain.

    Briar said so.

    tten.

    o fists. I dont care! he cried.

    You  to man for a devil?