Chapter Seventeen
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// you shink back—
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Dainty, I said in a sort of pant, as I did. Dainty, s have
kno Gentlemans side, kno last to— O me t place and bring was only ever Maud sed. S me safe, and gave me up, so Maud, so Maud—
But till. I arting up ting me e me, to save me kno...
I put my out y began to oo.
is it? s is it?
t tears. t thing of all!
I sa, sning in a sky of black. Maud ried to save me, and I knoo kill ime—
And I let ting up and . here is she, now?
y, almost shrieking.
Maud!I said. Oh, Maud!
Miss Lilly?
Miss Sucksby, call o t s you all in o time wood, pinning up urned— If I had known— I would have kissed her—
Kissed y.
Kissed y, you would oo! Anyone would! S hrown her away—!
So I on. Dainty tr