Chapter Three
are them.
Yours is almost as neat, she said kindly.
S into care to lie in darkness. S in a tin s beside it from t let me tie tains of tle s see into the room beyond.
And you , e close your door? so. I didnt like it, before you came, in a co call touc your toucle.
S o feel t of o button anote pair back on. took ucked . I pulled t perfectly smoot be all, miss?
Yes, Susan, s like t it back, and it snaked ao sraight and dark and slender as a rope.
ook my candle off, t by t tle furtood and rubbed my face. I Briar only a day; but it day of my life. My , now I had undressed her.
At last I sat and ble my candle; and a sound in t in it to ttle t up. I t, ell, I can be silent, if you cant. I am softer to t of tained bed, and rait of tcrait to , and spoke soft, sad o it. t it from t t to look in t it neatly on table— touc once, touc tain and ill.
I greoo tired to coo. My room beneathem; and lay cold as a frog in my own narrow ladys maids bed.
I cannot say for t say,
knoe or to Mauds room and sa lig I kne dreaming. I , crasant of my opening my eyes, t as I lifted my my beat in a ened voice. She was calling on her old maid:
Agnes! Oh! Oh! Agnes!
I didnt knoo ed ting t t still rattled, e unbroken; and to tains s all bunch her chin and her
, range. I knes Sue, miss.
S sound? Is t? there? A man? she said. A man? A burglar?
At t go, Agnes! Im afraid ened, so frig