And so she looked at him with eyes wherein lay no reproach, no doubt and no suspicion.

And, as she looked, tears started, and her heart swelled hotly in her breast; for he was bruised and battered and a helpless captive.
"He, caged like a trapped animal!" her thought was.

"He, so strong, and free, and brave! Oh, horrible, horrible!" He must have read something of this feeling, in her face; for now, coming close to the bars, he said in a low tone: "Girl--your name I don't know, even yet--girl, you mustn't pity me! That's _one_ thing I can't have.

I'm here because the master class is stronger than my class, the working class.

Here, because I'm dangerous to that master class.