They woke me at six in the m. It seemed still the middle of the night to me, for my dle of course had buro nothing, and the window-curtains were heavy ahe thin light out. When the maid, Margaret, came knog at my door, I thought I was in my old room at Lant Street. I was sure she was a thief, broke out from gaol and needing her fetters filed free by Mr Ibbs. That happened, sometimes; and sometimes the thieves were kind men, who knew us, and sometimes they were desperate villains. Once a man put a ko Mr Ibbss throat, because he said the file went too slow. So, hearing Margarets knoow, I started from the bed, g out, Oh! Hold!—though what I meant to be held, and who ought to have do, I could not tell you; aher, I suppose, could Margaret. She put her face about the door, whispering, Did you call, miss? She had a jug of warm water for me, and she came a my fire; then she reached beh the bed and took the chamber-pot, aied it into her bucket of
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