She was pretty and refined in appearance and handsomely dressed, and she wept as if her heart would break.

Not yet hardened by sin, and probably imprisoned for the first time, she felt the shame and degradation of her lot.

I could not but feel pity for her, and expressed sorrow for her, though she may not have understood my words.

At least she could interpret the signs of sympathy in voice and expression.

These are a universal language.