. It is a .

    to Emmas room is t of Emmas room. It is a dead end.

    tom of locking all tside, dates from a time, a fe came to aken one of trips out togeto a trap and set out for t So ensure enant  bilking ayed at tons more securely or ing letters or contemplating acts of cy among taring vacantly into space.

    I cant imagine  do.

    to me.

    Emma is more mysterious by far t o ter.

    quot;Girlsquot; is, of course, a courtesy term. Emma is o ies, Lizzie in ies, but t marry and so live in tive, protracted childhood.

    er and tress iptoed up tairs to trimonial bedroom and pocketed Mrs Bordens gold ce c under clean union suits in t. truder attempted to force t featureless block of black iron like a slaugar sitting squarely next to t it o penetrate adequately truder tackled it   come off.

    truder pissed and s on tter of t on to t into Old Bordens dressing room to maliciously assault t as it

    in t floor), retired to tcreacle crock, and ty or t lived beside the scullery sink.

    a mess! Lizzie stared  t bang of t ting room?  t dole? S know. S remember.

    All t  once h a cake of soap in her hand.

    So scream and s.

    quot;;

    Emma came doed er ed ttle one since baby ing-room carpet treacle Lizzie racked in from tc in  trance. But of trace could be found.

    I cannot tell you  t utterly disconcerted unned. It violated  took ay in in things.

    t ts ual silence o discuss it. t on tuguese, obviously, but someti