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    I stare at her. My God! I say. how could you? how could you?

    Again, s?

    But, to c o leave here—!

    Ss my sleeve. You let take  er, then?

    From ter. Ricands c till buzzes, still beats against tops. As if it is a signal, I turn, and sink out of Mrs Sucksbys grasp. I sink to my knees at t. I ermined. I ten doy, desire, love, for t freedom being taken from me utterly, is it to be  if I fancy myself defeated?

    I give myself up to darkness; and  my o t.