A man who deserves my interest, and claims my sympathy.

Shake hands, Mr.Dubourg." I spoke to him in a good hearty voice, and I gave him a good hearty squeeze.

The poor, weak, lonely, persecuted young fellow dropped his head on my shoulder like a child, and burst out crying.
"Don't despise me!" he said, as soon as he had got his breath again.

"It breaks a man down to have stood in the dock, and to have had hundreds of hard-hearted people staring at him in horror--without his deserving it.
Besides, I have been very lonely, ma'am, since my brother left me." We sat down again, side by side.

He was the strangest compound of anomalies I had ever met with.