s ime in gloves.

    ts enougiles.  . I sat and t about Mr Lilly, er, ongue; and t Maud, fro would make a girl like .

    I t I kne ening to ts talk, not saying muciles asked me, So come and take my pudding ry? I supposed I ougo. I sat gazing at ture made all of  every story—t  bulls breaking fences, or parsons making interesting sermons in ciles s e a match for London, news-wise!

    Above  sound of laug chen.

    t ruck, and immediately after it ts bell sounded; and t meant t Mr Lilly o be seen by Mr ay into  Maud o be put by me into hers.

    I almost lost my  even so, when she saw me she said,

    Is t you, Susan? You are quicker too. I dont think a girl can be hand-

    some—__do you?— nor her. I

    so be dark, Susan!

    Sh her supper, and I had had beer. I should

    ay ipsy. Sand

    beside  t silvery glass above her fireplace, and drew my

    o o compare the

    darker, she said.

    to put o gown.

    It  muccer all. Sood sy as everye. Stripping a lady is  eel; , as I t tors speak against, t gives a girl an illness. cs net, ticoats and s all,  and smootter. too soft, I t er  its sood in ockings igurned, and looked at o tom,  from tatue on a pillar in a park. So pale so shine.

    But again, it roubling kind of paleness, and I o cover idied o t and ed, yao come and brush her hair.

    do  migch.

    are you tress? as her hair handsomer?

    she walked well. Do I walk well? You do, miss.

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