ogets of t    greedy because the grub she shovels down gives her dyspepsia.

        Ss rougcerion. Bread, meat, cabbage, potatoes -- Abby    made    merrily slaps on table boiled dinners, boiled fish, eal mush, Indian pudding, johnnycakes, cookies.

        But touctle meal cookies, raisin cookies. But icky bro too far, t sin mig around tomac immediately palpitate like a guilty sce.

        dress is cut on ts except for tall. t is t wife died.

        Last nigor oil, due to tion t kept ting t before t; ts of ts be is fit to make a se.

        Back to back t a s, ained room, in o move.

        t daughe locked door.

        Look at ty!

        Sop s and    tside, to s sun floods t t so bed as for a levée in a pretty, ruffled nigce muslin el pink satin ts of t not t;naugies" every teamseriors? But dont to e Carlo tticoats for fun and profit, but not in Fall River. Oable privacy of , Lizzie puts on a riigoo.

        But she is plain.

        tdress is rucked up above less sleeper. , dry, reddisatic, slipping loose from t-time plait, crisps and stutters over t waced are earlier hour.

        Lizzie    an affeate diminutive but tened. Since s;Lizzie", so e and fancy prolongation of "Elizabet;? A miser i to ;Lizzie" it ark and unadorned, and s thing.

        Noy a mot remember remains an abiding source of grief: "If mot."

        in , lost in a nostalgia for unker, Emma, reasures of a Neers    upon ttle t, perural mot Mrs Borden, subject as so fits of sudden, c to Old Borden on ? But Lizzie loves . Lizzie adores ter ook to her wife.

        tctle, like ts. isfying, full of vague terrors and ierminate meo    a name or form once s all s, stifling nigroubled, too, by vague nausea and tallic smell of menstrual blood.

        Yesterday evening s of to visit a ated; s pig nervously at t of her dress.

        "I am afraid. . . t somebody. . . ; said Lizzie.

        "Mrs Borden. . ." and    at Miss Russell. . . "Mrs Borden --    to poison us!"

        So call epmot;mot;, as duty bade, but, after a quarrel about money after y to epmoty, spoke of "Mrs Borden" ; to oo.

        "Last nig felt myself all day, I    se. So very. . . strange."

        For t fits. Since a c;peculiar spells", as time called odd lapses of beed, involuntary trances, moments of dise. times o discover an explanation o mention t;peculiar spells". Everyone khe Borden girls.

        "Somete? It must en.    erdays supper?" solicitously queried kind Miss Russell.

        "armed-over s take muc ed up tovers for supper but, again, for myself, I could only get doe up te    t." (Note of smugness, here.)

        "O, t! t ster to give you twice-cooked fis;

        It    time of too; ell by a certain    ility forbade o mention t. But    it into    tire ?

        "ts," Lizzie pursued remorselessly, keeping ips. "So many people, you uand, dislike fat;

        t be denied. Miss Russell politely remained mute.

        "Mrs Borden oor a old    pay a doctors bills ed at tor and all t; and , pale eyelas on ;suc, yes of deatside t odd, at ued e at nig sleep in t, trees, in ts poison i;

        "ing you?" asked Miss Russell, properly dismayed.

        "Since. . . t; said Lizzie and suddenly looked Miss Russell full in triump, yet veiled. And    on peg a t    to unpick the shirring.

        Miss Russell kne of Lizzies imagination. All in a rus patiending outside    s about for o reassure.

        "But Bridget is up and about    is busy and bustling, too;    poison i    looks on? O is t, tolerable    ts put us all out of sorts, makes us fractious and nervous, makes us sick. So easy to imagierrible    taints t youd plao go ao t you plan to take a little ;

        Lizzie    tio     ant business in Fall River? Only t m,    been doo tore to try to buy some prussic acid    ell kind Miss Russell so stay in Fall River and murder s?

        S to tore o in order to buy prussic acid but nobody    to y- talk of poison in ting    opsy race of poison in tomac. S try to poison t in mind to poison t so buy poison. t    she be planning, now?

        "And t; so t;o upon an axe!"

        badly.

        room of not ungenerous dimensions, seeing t is ting room and oo, for tacked    books of table anisations ime. t and Flo old in al s; tian temperanion, for s signatures for petitions against tian Endeavour,    is -- to ittees    ers of to exist? trougion; and tion -- no class nor kind is safe from y.

        Bureau; dressing-table; closet; bed; sofa. Sure in a circumscribed, uing, plaary round. S all day. A sains a book or ty Did. On tograpimentally inscribed, ucked inside one frame, a picture postcard sten peeking tercolour of a Cape Cod seascape executed    amateur inpetence. A monocograp, a Delia Robbia madonna and t in tively o Europe.

        Europe!

        For dont you remember y did ? tory-book ook teamso smoky old London, to elegant, fasating Paris, to sunny, antique Rome and Floreory-book self before eresting series of magitern slides on a gigantic s. All is present and all unreal. tore Dame; click. tine Cs go out and she dark again.

        Of tained only t circumspect of souvenirs, t madonna, t Mona Lisa, reprodus of objects of art secrated by a universal approval of taste. If samped "o be Fotten", s t out to see it and on o dream, transformed not into lived experie into memory, wher kind of dreaming.

        istfully: ";

        But ts ;;

        Because a good deal, in fact most, of tificatiave    out from Fall River    group of ters of respectable and affluent mill-oreet, so move fortably in t of Fall River society to    from ricities excluded ate-rooms, sravelled togeteel gaggle t bore its doom already upon it, for t marry, no ained from ty aement of trip ing up lements.

        All girls pusy, privileged to go out and look at to tion of     touot get tied or tionate panionse ain steadfast, determined quality about it as t of t.

        It rip, in some    rip, it e t    out. le, and t, epmotting in t budged a single inc ster.

        tepmother oppressed her like a spell.

        to oture and never anyto look foro, nothing.

        to s for Lizzies trip to Europe, to see daylig ravagance is too excessive for ter    so pleases    and o dress up fine! Sed to dandyism. s for     to the deserving poor.

        lives uhe dollar.

        S, a kitten or a puppy, soo, poor, able all er. So keep some er pigeons in table, t look like stlecocks and go "vroo croo", soft as a cloud.

        Surviving pograp is difficult to look at as if you kne s cast ts    -- someterrible, somets jutting, regular jas, eyes t belong to a persoo you. . . fanatics eyes, you mig ing tograpicular, sepia, faded face above t murmur    t not even pause to pick    and look at , in itself, a striking face.

        But as soon as t it    it again and again, it secretes mystery.

        tration-camp attendant, and such eyes. . .

        In ruly    ed from ted by     ograp look so mucreme solitude, oblivious of t camera in     surprise you to learn t she is blind.

        times looks at times    eyes, as ther person.

        "Lizzie is not oday."

        At times, times, so some ag moon and howled.

        At otimes, sg    mirror reflects y of er. Ss on dresses and takes t . Ss ape-measure. Sigs ries on a , a little , a ctle straoque. Sures it pin. S up. Sakes t off. Spin into it rengt know she possessed.

        time goes by and nothing happens.

        Sraces tlines of ain ening t it isnt time to do t, yet: s ready to be see.

        She is a girl of Sargasso calm.

        So keep    above table a of to feel t scratc;vroo croo" e tenderness. Ser every day and ed up t Old Borden took a dislike to t got on     ed some, t on ternoon ook out t t off, he did.

        Abby faered pigeons for a pie but Bridget t girl put    do t:    of Miss Lizzies beloved turtledoves? JesusMaryandJoseperistic impetuousness, urns and all! (ts trut.) Lizzie came    and Flo to an old ; At hers.

        S    isnt ure, sill ers, but, tled red. ter try and pays for everyts, but all ted to gobble them up.

        t is . t is ands it. S bear to cepmot, noakes seems to go: "Vroo croo."

        Old Borden ed off td put it ba t to t doo irument of destru. S up and weig in her hand.

        t    the spring.

        tced mec relax, just    relax, sension, saut as trings of a    tu are not our tunes.

        At t stroke of ty    factory er blares, and te, anotaet Mill, til every mill in tire to aloud in a on ant alleys o loom, to bobbin, to spio dye-so places of s bla, tter of the mills ences.

        Bridgets clock leaps and ss c to sound its oal day, trembles on the brink of beginning.

        Outside, above, in ts on tree.
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