tudy you a little  be careful cable-boys and gardeners—but you s see muc them.

    I looked at  t t a s, t I so play the maid for?

    Mrs Sucksby  like dougleman, s looking over. You did keep very dark about ts last night.

    ail, he said.

    A detail? t  you  all.

    But it oo late no day Gentleman   a letter, from Miss Lilly.

    it at t-office in ty. Our neig er come to t it, and broug back, and opened it o —Mr Ibbs only drumming tle on table-top, by w he was nervous; and so grew more nervous myself.

    tter ,  o e; and ful o lemen ful as him!

    on very badly, sant  and dull; pero urned. As for leman tilted tter, tter to catc.—As for o be able to tell  Agnes looked set not to die after all—

    e  and dre  in t t tleman smiled. t about to die; but s so loo Cork.

    God bless taking out his handkerchief and wiping his head.

    Gentleman read on.

    I so see te. I so me, at once. I am grateful

    to anyone for remembering me. I am not over-used to people ts. If so me, Mr Rivers, because so me from London, t .

    ter to  back and forttered in t of the lamps.

    It urned out, of course, just as the clever devil had promised.

    t nig o be my last nig Lant Street, and t nigs t  to lead to Gentlemans securing of Miss Lillys fortune—t nig out for a  roast supper, and put irons to  in tion.

    tuffed at te of mine, and got in my ook to tep, put up ooped to s, and I c ion at ts of my  s from il it sang; t to Mrs Suck