She holds the gaudy beads up by their wires, and I watch the crystals turn. The colour seems to blur. I have begun, in hopelessness, to weep.
As if weeping could save me.
Mrs Sucksby sees me, and tuts. ''Oh, now,'' she says, ''ain''t that a shame! Crying? And all these handsome things? Gentleman, you see her? Crying, and for what?''
''Crying,'' I say bitterly, unsteadily, ''to find myself here, like this! Crying to think of the dream I lived in, when I supposed my mother only a fool! Crying in horror at the closeness and foulness of you!''♀本♀作♀品♀由♀思♀兔♀網♀提♀供♀線♀上♀閱♀讀♀