If Mr.Jubber had come in at that moment, he would have been thrashed within an inch of his life.
The child had ceased moaning when she saw Valentine.

She anxiously looked at him through her tears--then turned away quickly--took out her little handkerchief--and began to dry her eyes.
"I can't go yet--I'll promise only to whisper--you must listen to me," said Mr.Blyth, pale and panting for breath; "I mean to prevent this from happening again--don't speak!--I'll take that injured, beautiful, patient little angel away from this villainous place: I will, if I go before a magistrate!" The woman stopped him by pointing suddenly to the child.
She had put back the handkerchief, and was approaching him.

She came close and laid one hand on his knee, and timidly raised the other as high as she could towards his neck.

Standing so, she looked up quietly into his face.

The pretty lips tried hard to smile once more; but they only trembled for an instant, and then closed again.