Have you found everything you want?
I am afraid it is rather rough accommodation." "Can I notice defects?
I have long passed that stage, and you know it, Giles, or you ought to." His eyes sadly contemplated her face as its pale responsiveness modulated through a crowd of expressions that showed only too clearly to what a pitch she was strung.

If ever Winterborne's heart fretted his bosom it was at this sight of a perfectly defenceless creature conditioned by such circumstances.

He forgot his own agony in the satisfaction of having at least found her a shelter.

He took his plate and cup from her hands, saying, "Now I'll push the shutter to, and you will find an iron pin on the inside, which you must fix into the bolt.
Do not stir in the morning till I come and call you." She expressed an alarmed hope that he would not go very far away.
"Oh no--I shall be quite within hail," said Winterborne.
She bolted the window as directed, and he retreated.

His snug place proved to be a wretched little shelter of the roughest kind, formed of four hurdles thatched with brake-fern.