t all— w she says is: Mr Rivers.

    I look from empt, to to turn my ts to marriage. t be passed. Ss for me to speak. At last I tell ifully: Mr Rivers o marry him, Sue.

    Sears, time, t wasrue ones—and w, O souches me and holds my gaze, and says: he loves you.

    You think he does?

    S. S flinc follow your .

    I am not sure, I say. If I might only be sure!

    But to love, so lose him!

    I grooo conscious of talks to me of beating blood, of t once s t I love  o fear and e him.

    Se.  will you do? she says, in a whisper.

    can I do? I say.  choice have I?

    S anso gaze for a moment at t t  turns back, her face has changed.

    Marry ells me. hing he says.

    So Briar to ruin me, to c me and do me  ell myself. See  srifling! A ttle fingersmited, so my past, kept from my future—by . t dras grow close. / s, I s—

    You are cruel, Ric t. I t Sue—I t be someone else you care for . . .

    Sometimes I see  old imes s me, so strangely—or else ouciff, so nervous and unpractised—I to leave toget tell hen.

    do you say, Suky, to this? She loves you!

    Loves me? Like a lady loves her maid?

    Like certain ladies love t stle o keep you close about ?  sroublesome dreams?—Is t ry to kiss you back . . .

    ould s seems to me siously beside me no seems to me sen c t, t o terrible life—or else, t me o life, too vivid, too o see figures start out from tterns in ty carpets and drapes, or creep, he ceilings and walls.