n maiding in ty,  one? Pretty good, I said.

    Rum , for a ladys maid, o France ever?

    I took a second, smoot out over my lap. Once or twice, I said.

    S kind of c? In the leg, I mean.

    Noo please illiam Inker, Sis so, he said.

    tly quiet and perfectly dark, and I imagined tolling of a bell—a very mournful sound, it seemed to me at t moment, not like t tolled nine times.

    ts t in silence after t, and in a little time ook a road t ran beside it. Soon t arc ted  a grand enoug not so grand nor so grim perleman ed it. But  from me and reacrunk, he said,

    ait up, s, o a man  t, Mr Mack. You may s te be last.

    t ared, saying not it, betrees, t curved as to a kind of  o clear a little, on try lanes—gre gre it, damp, upon my face, upon my lashes and lips; and closed my eyes.

    tared again. t from betrees into a gravel clearing, and  and straigark out of ts ered, and its o ts c  I must now call my home.

    e did not cross before t, but kept o took up a lane t sered e face and great black riking across t, illiam Inker pulled tood gazing at us,  the cold.

    tiles, rap come, said illiam. e crossed to join  a little  I saer, and t.

    to a passage, and to a great, brigc five times tc Lant Street, and s set in roable sat a boy, a  me. tudied my bonnet and t of my cloak. ts  trouble myself to study them.

    Mrs Stiles said, ell, youre about as late as you could be. Any longer and you so stay at the village. e keep early hour