It seemed to recognize a comradeship in sorrow.

But her face hardened again almost at once into disapproval as he answered her look.
The man felt a passing disappointment.

After a minute, during which the girl had dropped her eyes to her work again, he said: "Now, why did you look at me in that way?
Ought I to be helping you in some way?
I'm awkward, I know, but I can obey if you'll just tell me how." The girl seemed puzzled; then she replied almost sullenly: "There's nothing more to do.

It's ready to eat." She gave him a piece of the meat and the last of the corn bread in the tin cup, and placed the pan of beans beside him; but she did not attempt to eat anything herself.
He took a hungry bite or two, and looked furtively at her.
"I insist upon knowing why you looked--" he paused and eyed her--"why you look at me in that way.

I'm not a wolf if I am hungry, and I'm not going to eat you up." The look of displeasure deepened on the girl's brow.