And that wet she was, and everything streamin' puddles, an' she, poor dear, draggled like a dog in the gutter." Felix's sheltering hand sagged suddenly, exposing for a moment his strained face and wide-open eyes.
"I didn't understand it was a woman," he stammered, turning his head still farther from the light of the lamp.
"Yes, of course, it was a woman, and a lady, too.

That's what I've been a-tellin' ye.

Here, take my seat if that light gets into your eyes.

I see it's botherin' ye.

It's that red shade that does it.