The curse is great, but I will bear it alone; and the curse of God will fall upon you if you betray me." Amy was startled by the intensity with which these words were uttered.
There was no movement of the hands or head upon the part of the older woman.

She stood erect by the table, and, as her words grew stronger, the gloom of her appearance appeared to intensify itself, as a thunder-cloud grows imperceptibly blacker and blacker.
When she stopped, Amy made no reply; but, troubled and uneasy, she drew a chair to the window and sat down.

The older woman took up her work again.
Amy was lost in thought, wondering what she could do.

She saw nothing as she looked down into the dirty yards of the houses; but after some time, forgetting, in the abstraction of her meditation, where she was, she was suddenly aware of the movement of some white object; and looking curiously to see what it was, discovered Lawrence Newt gazing up at her from the back window of his store, and waving his handkerchief to attract her attention.
As she saw the kindly face she smiled and shook her hand.

There was a motion of inquiry: "Shall I come round ?" And a very resolute telegraphing by the head back again: "No, no!" There was another question, in the language of shoulders, and handkerchief, and hands: "What on earth are you doing up there ?" The answer was prompt and intelligible: "Nothing that I am ashamed of." Still there came another message of motion from below, which Amy, knowing Lawrence Newt, unconsciously interpreted to herself thus: "I know you, angel of mercy! You have brought some angelic soup to some poor woman." The only reply was a smile that shone down from the window into the heart of the merchant who stood below.