Mrs.Murphy greeted them at the landing, and for the first time saw the girl's weary white face, her eyes filled with appeal, and the warm Irish heart responded instantly.
"Ye poor little lamb; it's the bid ye want, an' a dhrap o' whiskey.

Jack Keith, why didn't ye till me she was done up wid the hard ride?
Here, honey, sit down in the rocker till Oi get ye a wee dhrink.

It'll bring the roses back to the cheeks av ye." She was gone, bustling down the dark stairs, and the two were alone in the room, the girl looking up into his face, her head resting against the cushioned back of the chair.
He thought he saw a glimmer of tears in the depths of her lash-shaded eyes, and her round white throat seemed to choke.
"You will be perfectly secure here," he said, soothingly, "and can remain as long as you please.

Mrs.Murphy will guard you as though you were her own daughter.

She is a bit rough, maybe, but a big-hearted woman, and despises Hawley.