orden, subject as so fits of sudden, c to Old Borden on ? But Lizzie loves . Lizzie adores ter ook to her wife.

    tctle, like ts. isfying, full of vague terrors and indeterminate menaces to  a name or form once s all s, stifling nigroubled, too, by vague nausea and tallic smell of menstrual blood.

    Yesterday evening s of to visit a ated; s picking nervously at t of her dress.

    quot;I am afraid. . . t somebody. . . ; said Lizzie.

    quot;Mrs Borden. . .quot; and  at Miss Russell. . . quot;Mrs Borden -- orying to poison us!quot;

    So call epmot;mot;, as duty bade, but, after a quarrel about money after y to epmoty, spoke of quot;Mrs Bordenquot; ; to oo.

    quot;Last nig felt myself all day, I  so strange. So very. . . strange.quot;

    For t fits. Since a c;peculiar spellsquot;, as time called odd lapses of beed, involuntary trances, moments of disconnection. times o discover an explanation o mention t;peculiar spellsquot;. Everyone kne the Borden girls.

    quot;Somete? It must en.  erdays supper?quot; solicitously queried kind Miss Russell.

    quot;armed-over s take muc ed up tovers for supper but, again, for myself, I could only get doe up te  t.quot; (Note of smugness, here.)

    quot;O, t! t ster to give you twice-cooked fis;

    It  time of too; ell by a certain  ility forbade o mention t. But  it into  tire ?

    quot;ts,quot; Lizzie pursued remorselessly, keeping ips. quot;So many people, you understand, dislike fat;