"That was unkind.

I know you are in dreadful trouble.

I'd give--I'd almost give this right hand to comfort you.
I'd do nearly anything to make you feel that you need bear no burden alone; that we'd love to help support you." "I believe you would," he said slowly, his eyes watching her again.

"I believe you would.

I wonder why!" "All men are brothers, in the broader sense," said mother, "and if you'll forgive me, your face bears marks of suffering almost amounting to torture." She stretched out the other hand.
"You couldn't possibly let us help you ?" Slowly he shook his head.
"Think again!" urged mother.