Tavernake bit his lip; it was the girl from the roof who had entered the room.
"I have no doubt," she continued in a cool, clear tone, "that Mrs.
Fitzgerald's first guess would have been correct.

I took the bracelet.
I did not take it for a joke, I did not take it because I admire it--I think it is hideously ugly.

I took it because I had no money." She paused and looked around at them all, quietly, yet with something in her face from which they all shrank.

She stood where the light fell full upon her shabby black gown and dejected-looking hat.

The hollows in her pale cheeks, and the faint rims under her eyes, were clearly manifest; but notwithstanding her fragile appearance, she held herself with composure and even dignity.