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Chapter Thirteen
t me now? ould you?

    I do not ans. I o any kind of solicitor or la I pass my days in a sort of restless let nig is too  to sleep—at night I

    d at the narrow window in Mrs Sucksbys room, gazing blankly

    at treet.

    tome a, Mrs Sucksby  take a fever, from t?

    May one take a fever, from a draugid air? I lie do il so to the deeper.

    I almost forget t I mean to escape. Per. For at last ternoon—at tart of July, I ty to guard me.

    You cells o , my dear? I s be gone an , shall I?

    I do not ansy lets , ts ts, draable-top, and takes up   titcolen  listlessly, o do to try?

    I s my eyelids fall; and presently, s; and am suddenly ry teal t! So s. ticks off tes—fifteen, ty, ty-five.  go.

    Sleep, Dainty. Dainty, sleep. Sleep, sleep . . . Sleep, damn you!

    But s up.

    Dainty, I say.

    S is it?

    Im afraid— Im afraid I must visit the privy.

    Ss down  you? Rige?

    Yes. I place my omachink I am sick.

    S titution?

    I t must be. Im sorry, Dainty. ill you open the door5

    Ill go hough.

    You neednt. You migay at your se;

    Mrs Sucksby says I must go ime; else Ill catc. here.

    Sretcained beneatain edged  to tc me: I kno, even if I mig  once and c knock  t I imagine doing it, and my s gro think I could.

    Go on, sate. s up?

    Notc to me, slo , I say.

    No, Ill . S take the air.

    t is  I step inside and close t it; t me. ttle s broken pane stopped up  is cra
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