All at once, I must give up my little mad of cloto dress me to s, o tiffened from to t ig my complaints, pulls tigc comes time for o take me, ts a pair of scissors to my o take a curl of o keep inside a locket; and, t, take up knives and scissors of t me until my ears at t. tresses like gulls— tics in t e ss hard behind us.

    a place to raise a girl in! she says, passing a handkerchief across her lip.

    I  speak to rait gos me and makes my breats c my ankles. My  last I tear tc, complacently. Got a temper,  of knitting and a parcel of food. t of salt and te eggs, boiled , to break t of it. t eat it, but let it jerk til it falls upon tut tut, s t. Sakes out ting, t beside iff, in a miserable rage. times rees. the window-glass, dark as blood.

    I  to grimness and solitude, tered  is tillness of my uncles  be day. tops at a door, split dohe middle

    into to tremble. t I take to be a pos Mr ay, your uncles ste  make some gesture s teps do I  let ake my  to tease—for I imes seen nurses curtsey, laugo lady lunatics.  o a darkness t seems to lap at my buff goer or  is t my uncle cultivates in her men grow vines and flowering creepers.

    takes me up a staircase  quite even, and times torn: my nes make me clumsy, and once I fall. Come up, c; and no stay to me—t like ted  filled raits, sing blades, creatures in frames and cases. taircase turns upon itself, to make a gallery about t every turning tant grubs, in tand servants, come to see me make my progress the