Last of all I have saved you." The little hand dropped away from his coat sleeve.

A soft, half-smothered cry escaped her.

It seemed to him she was about to weep in her exceeding pity.
"Miss Anderson, I--I'd rather not have--you pity me." "Mr.Dorn, I certainly don't pity you," she replied, with an unexpected, strange tone.

It was full.

It seemed to ring in his ears.
"I know there never was and never could be any hope for me.