p; me did t first, t to notice, sir, t   to onis deed; as, begging leave again sir, no more fully, sir, and presume to  finds you cin ay, Steward of Briar.

    I look up, but say not, urn tter is s, and dated 3rd of May—seven  says this.

    to Mr Ricopaken my niece, Maud Lilly. I , and sincts, if not o t I take comfort in my loss, from t I fancy you, sir, a man ing of a whore.—C.L.

    I read it, times; t again; t it fall. Mrs Sucksby instantly takes it up, to read he words, she grows flushed. hen she has finished, she gives a cry:

    t blackguard! Oh!

    y. ho, Mrs Sucksby? ho? she says.

    A s all. A o be. No-one you knoo sleep. She reaches for me. Oh, my dear—

    Leave me alone, I say.

    tter  me, more than I should have believed. I

    dont kno is t ; or to give, to Mrs Sucksbys story. But I cannot bear to be cir. I eps-— to tco anoto a door; and I seize and vainly turn the handle.

    Let me out, I say.

    Mrs Sucksby comes to me. So reac for t for my face. I puso t me out! Let me out! She follows.

    Dear girl, s let yourself be upset by t old villain.  ears!

    ill you let me out?

    Let you out, to  you need no everythem gowns—

    Sep back to t my o it—a fist—and beat and beat it. ts pages sc, and pluck it from its pin. Dear girl— Mrs Sucksby says again. I turn and t at her.

    But afterears  ter aken it from me. t it stay t groeadily blacker, as es. to be filled o a fury: ing.—You knolemans son? , to look a