She heard me crying in my little, dark room one night, and as soon as she could slip away, came in.

She was a kindly sort.

But when she got there I was quite content and happy--which surprised her much more than the crying had done.

She asked me what had 'shut me up,' and I said 'My mother is here--go away.' She turned quite pasty-white and the candle shook so that the hot grease fell upon my hands." "What a life for a child!" exclaimed Spence in sudden rage.

"Desire dear, you must come with me! I couldn't--couldn't leave you here.
I--oh, dash it! I mean, it's so evident, isn't it, that we need each other ?" "You really and truly need me ?" doubtfully.
"Really and truly." "But if I come, you ought to know something of the life I have lived.
You must realize that I am not an innocent young girl." "Aren't you ?" The professor found it difficult to say this with the proper inflection.