Here, bring me a light: that dam--dam--cigar's gone out." She rose quietly and carried the candle to Abel.

There was an inexpressible weariness and pathos in all her movements: a kind of womanly tranquillity that was touchingly at variance with the impression of her half-coarse appearance.

As Abel watched her he remembered the women whom he had tried to marry.

His memory scoured through his whole career.

He thought of them all variously happy.
"I swear! to think I should come to you!" he said at length, looking at his companion, with an indescribable bitterness of sneering.
Kitty Dunham sat at a little distance from him on the end of a sofa.