Part Three Chapter Fourteen
oug upon topping, noo put my ear to it, to try to tell if t be anyone near—for I cant say oo t o lunatics calling, and to mind. So tried ting, I put t and ttle tin pot togetrying to reac tin pot buckled, and t slithered and I fell.
At last I sat on tears stung me. I put my finger-tips to my c about my
s my to take t, and it lay all about my sook up a lengt, meaning to comb it, some of it came a say I I t of a girl I kne t , perer; but t muc, after all. In t up and put it in a corner.
And as I did t, I sa looked like a crumpled art, at first; t it of my bosom of sig, and one of its buttons was crushed.
It glove of Mauds, t I aken t morning from to o, as a keepsake of her.
I picked it up and turned it over and over in my myself funked, a minute before— funking o no t glove, trick t sleman o anot to anotried to be still, it ing on needles and pins—I started up, crying out and sing. I t of all my time at Briar, of t, you? I o o mind him, miss. he loves you, miss. Marry him. he loves you.
like this . . .
Oing of it, even no really ed. I slap, slap, slap on t to my mout it. ed no better of. It —t
bitc snake, t— Oo t aken . to t o to t so tlemans name. to touco to think—!
to t of ears. to t, if I ened, I mig I? mighe sound of her sighs.
I could not bear it. I forgot, for t, ttle detail of urned my orick back on myself. I ed t glove, until t beyond to look at me. No-one brougockings. And t first, f