Through her tears shone a sorrowful little smile.
"He thinks only of me, never of himself," she communed.

"If it pleases Providence to spare us from these savages, what does it matter to me how long we remain here?
I have never been so happy before in my life.
I fear I never will be again.

If it were not for my father's terrible anxiety I would not have a care in the world.

I only wish to get away, so that one brave soul at least may be rid of needless tortures.

All his worry is on my account, none on his own." That was what tearful Miss Iris thought, or tried to persuade herself to think.