love.

    Ric least, kno for  , feel t of ation: feel it gaturn, groo shake his head.

    I am afraid, Miss Lilly,  you  discipline, yet. I t your touc  say youve forgotten your lessons, in my s absence. After all our labour! tist must alion of  is, ation. For t leads to er designs tand? You do understand me?

    I  anso my side.

    Never mind it, miss, sly, if Mr Rivers seems to say  your picture.  te to the life.

    You think so, Sue?

    So o s single fleck of darker bro t upon the card.

    Its a cing, Sue, I say.

    Ss  aint you learning?

    I am, but not quickly enougs, in time, t he park.

    e must ure now, he says.

    I s, I tell  I like to  to , I say again.

    ructor,  insist.

    I   t er long— seems to me, for seven years!—it lig  comes gusting about my unskirted ankles as Mr ay tugs open to take. , a dark , and lavender gloves. Mr ay observes t me in a kind of satisfaction, a kind of scorn.

    Fancy yourself a lady, do you? o me, to the ice-house. ell, well see.

    I  o today,  c circles my uncles estate, rises and overlooks tables, o  to gaze at it, and  close, t speak, but as we walk o  rises, awkwardly.

    ry to pull a me. I say at last: You need not hold me so close.

    seem convincing.

    You neednt grip me so. o  already know?

    queer, he

    says, o let slip to be near you. Anyone  queer.

    S love me. You o dote.

    S a gentleman dote, in time,  sed  jars s nature for you. N