t six in t seemed still t to me, for my candle of course o notains  out. , came knocking at my door, I t I  Lant Street. I ers filed free by Mr Ibbs. t imes; and sometimes times te villains. Once a man put a knife to Mr Ibbss t, because  too sloarted from t, O I meant to be  to , I could not tell you; and neit. S  ter for me, and s my fire; took t, and emptied it into  of

    slops, and  clean   her apron.

    I o   tip my piddle into , I  sure I liked it. But I said, t—t; for s and tossed o say, hanking her?

    Servants. Sake my breakfast in Mrs Stiless pantry. turned and left me—getting a quick look, I t, at my frock and my srunk, on the way.

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    From t-door room t saying, Yes, miss. tting of a door.

    t doo my breakfast—first losing my  ttom of ts stairs, and finding myself in t. ttles, and ted panes. Gentleman  t, too, about ts. iless pantry at last tockings, and . t o Mr Lilly for forty-five years, .  ts, . e  hey say Londoners can lush!

    Mr ay said o me, but spoke to Mrs Stiles about ter to  left; and wold he Dunravens, of

    reet, Mayfair,  o s a humbug he was.

    off at seven. Mrs Stiles  leave table before  up. hen she did she said,

    You o  Miss Maud slept well.

    I didnt knoo say to t. S on, anyway:

    Miss Maud rises early. S you be sent to o wasicular.

    My o me; but I le stone sink sry.

    I felt t drunk it. I ai