I have nothing against Mr.Thurnall, God knows.

He has rather something against me." Another pause.
Mary rose, and went up to her and took her hand.
"Do tell us who you are, and if we can do anything for you." And she looked winningly up into her face.
The stranger drew a long breath and lifted her veil.

Mary and Mark both started at the beauty of the countenance which she revealed--but in a different way.

Mark gave a grunt of approbation: Mary turned pale as death.
"I suppose that it is but right and reasonable that I should tell you, at least give proof of my being an honest person.

For my capabilities as a nurse--I believe you know Mrs.Vavasour?
I heard that she has been staying here" "Of course.