You needn't be afraid of meeting _her_.

She's a lady who has given up her own house for this purpose: as good a woman, I believe, as lives.' 'Well,' said Bunce, doggedly, 'I'm thankful to her, but I can't face her.

What's this, I'd like to know ?' His eye caught something that looked like a small pamphlet lying near the fireplace.

He stooped to pick it up.
'If they're beginning to throw my papers about--' The sudden silence caused Gilbert to look at him.

Bunce was not a well-favoured man, but ordinarily a rugged honesty helped the misfortunes of his features, a sort of good-humour, too, which seemed unable to find free play.