All other things were without weight or consequence before the fact that this poor young man would have to depend upon her for his life.

The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold.

But the rise of the chest was quite perceptible now.
From where had he come, and why?
An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful.

Stories ...

love stories: and to-morrow she would know the joy of reading them! It was almost unbelievable; it was too good to be true.