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Often, oh often the tram seemed to stop, and wet, cloaked

people rey in stiff rows opposite her,

their urew ,

spectral people Even yet it did not occur to her that she was

one of the of his clipper sent a pang of dread through her But

her ticket surely was different fro to work Her

ticket was the sa to fit in with them But

fear was at her bowels, she felt an unknown, terrible grip upon

her

At Bath Street she e trams She looked

uphill It seemed to lead to freedom She remembered the many

Saturday afternoons she had walked up to the shops How free and

careless she had been!

Ah, her traerly downhill She dreaded every

yard of her conveyance The car halted, sheher head as the car ran on, because she was

uncertain of the street At last, her heart a fla the bell brusquely

She alking down a small, mean, wet street, empty of

people The school squatted loithin its railed, asphalt yard,

that shone black with rain The building was grih the