I have bad habits.

You can save me--will you do it ?" Hope stood before him silent.

His hard black eye was fixed upon her with a kind of defying appeal for help.

Her state of mind for some days, since she had heard Mrs.Simcoe's story, had been one of curious mental tension.

She was inspired by a sense of renunciation--of self-sacrifice.
It seemed to her that some great work to do, something which should occupy every moment, and all her powers and thoughts, was her only hope of contentment.