He saw her crouched voluptuously before his work, and his heart beat quickly.

Suddenly she looked up at him.
"Why does it seem cruel ?" she asked.
"What ?" "There seems a feeling of cruelty about it," she said.
"It's jolly good, whether or not," he replied, folding up his work with a lover's hands.
She rose slowly, pondering.
"And what will you do with it ?" she asked.
"Send it to Liberty's.

I did it for my mother, but I think she'd rather have the money." "Yes," said Miriam.

He had spoken with a touch of bitterness, and Miriam sympathised.

Money would have been nothing to HER.
He took the cloth back into the parlour.