(She had loved the baby before she loved Pinker.

Remorse moved her and righteous indignation.) Mrs.Nevill Tyson's nostrils twitched; deep black rings were round her eyes.

Passion and hunger were in them, but there were no tears.
And as Stanistreet looked from one woman to the other, he understood.

He picked up the bundle and removed it to its mother's knee.

All her soul passed into the look wherewith she thanked him.