I wash my hands of her.

Anything else ?' It did not do to think of Pamela's feelings, should she ever become aware of how she was being handed over.

But the mention of her, on a sudden impulse, had been pure sympathy on Elizabeth's part; a wish to strike on the girl's behalf while the iron was so very hot.

She looked up quietly.
'No, indeed there is nothing else--except indeed--that you won't expect me to hide what I feel about the war--and the little we at home can do to help--' Her voice failed a little.

The Squire said nothing.