Come, come right in, and let us do something for you." As she spoke, she went toward him with outstretched hands.
But the wretched creature shrank back from her, as if in fear;--his whole body shaking with emotion; his fluttering hands raised in a gesture of imploring protest;--while the eyes that looked up at the saintly countenance of the old gentlewoman were the eyes of a soul sunken in the deepest hell of shame and humiliation.
Shocked with pitying horror, Auntie Sue paused.
The man's haggard, unshaven face twitched and worked with the pain of his suffering.

He bit his lips and fingered his quivering chin in a vain effort at self-control; and then, as he looked up at her, the sunken, bloodshot eyes filled with tears that the tormented spirit had no power to check.
And Auntie Sue turned her face away.
For a little, they stood so.

Then, as Auntie Sue faced him again, the stranger, with a supreme effort of his will, gained a momentary control of his shattered nerves.

Drawing himself erect and standing steady and tall before her, he raised a hand to his uncovered head as if to remove his hat.

When his hand found no hat to remove, he smiled as if at some jest at his own expense.
"I am so sorry, madam," he said,--and his voice was musically clear and cultured.