Then, with an air of girlish innocence which disarmed suspicion and convinced me at once of her simple faith, she said in a voice that at once thrilled me and evoked all my pity: "Let me rest for a while, and cover me up with rugs.

That may give me warmth.

I am dying of cold.

And I have a deadly fear upon me--a deadly fear.

Sit by me, and let me hold your hand.