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broken panes being covered with paper pasted on, or else, fortunately

for the inhabitants of the noisoht to have stopped; in fact I ought never to have gone; but I was

toohold of

that boy and shaking hian to toil breathlessly up the last flight I knew thateneun to sob and

whine, and I could just make out: "You'd best let me be--I--I--ain't--I ain't done--done--"

I heard nothrown open, and there was a

buzz of voices beloith heavy footsteps in the passage

Still that did not see to do with hts of stairs, which seemed to be

steeper, more broken, and one before In fact the boy abovehiso hoarsely that each breath came to be a snore My heart,

too, throbbed heavily, and seeained on ether,

and this gave th for the last clio no further