She was bowed as if deeply thinking; and when she heard these words her head only sank a little more, as if a palpable weight had been laid upon her.
She understood perfectly what he meant.
"I know I am not worth loving," she said, in the same low voice, "but my love will do you no harm.

Perhaps I can help you in some way.

If you are ill some day, I can nurse you.

I shall be poor company on the long journey, but I will try." "What long journey ?" asked Abel, suddenly and angrily.
"Where we are going," she replied, gently.
"D---- it, then, don't use such am-am-big-'us phrases.

A man would think we were go-going to die." She said no more, but sat, half-crouching, upon the sofa, looking into the fire.