supper.

    ? I say. I dont t, ever again! But a room! A room!—And o me tonig answer. Mr rey?

    Not tonigill ing. tonig.

    tomorrohen.

    o dry it; t. tomorrow, he says. If I can.

    You must!

    Yes, yes.

    And t? Say you will!

    . Yes.

    thank God!

    I put my ay  go from here.

    I ep, to t door; and o one of typesetters—see t, trey comes back. o my feet.

    Put your surning a be

    ready

    You are kind, Mr rey, I say, as I lean to tug on my broken slippers. God kno.

    tractedly. Dont t, now . . .

    t in silence. s, takes out co top of tairs, to stand and listen. At last he goes and comes quickly back.

    this way, carefully.

    akes me do of rooms, piled es and boxes, and t of scullery, to a door. to a little grey area: teps from to an alley. A cab s t, a woman. She sees us and nods.

    You knoo do? Mr rey says to ten. o be kind to her. have you some shawl?

    Ss about me, to cover up my  against my cill  is almost treet.

    At to turn. I take Mr reys hand.

    You omorrow?

    Of course.

    You  talk of to anyone? Youll remember the danger I spoke of?

    ly. tter than I.  ?

    trey!

    o tates, before lifting my fingers to .   of turning ake out urn, pull out of treet—nortell; for I kno certain—t  cross the river.

    e go very fitfully, raffic is t t first, creets, t t and study treets from there.

    Only after some time of t tches my eye.

    All