I have heard," said Marty, whose demeanor had lost all its girlishness under the stroke that seemed almost literally to have bruised her.
"He died for me!" murmured Grace, heavily.
Marty did not fully comprehend; and she answered, "He belongs to neither of us now, and your beauty is no more powerful with him than my plainness.

I have come to help you, ma'am.

He never cared for me, and he cared much for you; but he cares for us both alike now." "Oh don't, don't, Marty!" Marty said no more, but knelt over Winterborne from the other side.
"Did you meet my hus--Mr.Fitzpiers ?" "Then what brought you here ?" "I come this way sometimes.

I have got to go to the farther side of the wood this time of the year, and am obliged to get there before four o'clock in the morning, to begin heating the oven for the early baking.
I have passed by here often at this time." Grace looked at her quickly.

"Then did you know I was here ?" "Yes, ma'am." "Did you tell anybody ?" "No.