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Chapter Eleven
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    Dont be tiresome, Maud.

    ands and dresses, fastening ie.  lies neatly on the bed.

    I  see them! I say.

    You ion. You e it ime to leave.

    I am too nervous.

    anso raise a bruso —find t, ttle of drops—but o me and plucks it from my hand.

    O. I   be quite clear in your mind.

    urns ttle to t. hen I reach again, he dodges.

    Let me , I say. Ric me . One drop only, I s t t to remove the impression of my fingers.

    Not yet, .

    I cannot! I s be calm,  a dose of it.

    You sry, for my sake. For our sake, Maud.

    Damn you!

    Yes, yes, damn us all, damn us all. urns to the

    bruser a moment I sink back, ches

    my eye.

    antrum,  kindly. And t to do, . Be modest. eep if you must, a little. You are sure o say?

    I am, despite myself; for , ts at , at ttle of drops. ts on every street corner, there.

    My moutrembles in scorn. You till  my medicine, in London?

    to my ears. urns akes up ands at to cast slivers of dirt, fastidiously, into the flames.

    akes t to talk urned mad, t, speaking in to a maids room. I airs and floorboards beneats. I onous—but not t  all. I sit upon til tand and curtsey. Susan, says Ricly. My . But I t be strange. I see tudying me. Ricchen he comes close.

    A faito tors. rengtaxed, t ts me in t of t here,

    ly, in your mistresss clemen only rifling questions. You must ansly.

    to reassure or to  one of mine. I still wear my weddi
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