I have got something for you." At the same time something sweet and deliciously fragrant was put to her lips; she opened her mouth and received a spoonful of marmalade.

Never did marmalade taste like that before.

It dissolved itself like ambrosia over her palate and even relieved her parched throat in some slight degree by the saliva it excited.
Nature could not be resisted; her body took whatever he gave.

But her high mind rebelled.
"Oh, how base I am," said she, and wept.
"Why, it is your own," said he soothingly; "I took it out of your cabin expressly for you." "At least oblige me by eating some yourself, sir," said Helen, "or" (with a sudden burst) "I will die ere I touch another morsel." "I feel the threat, Miss Rolleston; but I do not need it, for I am very, very hungry.

But no; if _I_ take any, I must divide it all with _them._ But if you will help me unrip the jacket, I will suck the inside--after you." Helen gazed at him, and wondered at the man, and at the strange love which had so bitterly offended her when she was surrounded by comforts; but now it extorted her respect.
They unripped the jacket, and found some moisture left.