I just can't help it." She was sobbing convulsively.

As she talked and listened there seemed to come a complete breakdown.

She wept as though her heart would break.
"Oh," exclaimed the man, "can it! Cut out the sob stuff!" "And yet," mused Constance half to herself, watching the girl closely, "when one walks through the shops and sees thousands of dollars' worth of goods lying unprotected on the counters, is it any wonder that some poor woman or girl should be tempted and fall?
There, before her eyes and within her grasp, lies the very article above all others which she so ardently craves.

No one is looking.

The salesgirl is busy with another customer.