Her name, she says, is Hart." "Really?
I--I confess I am not interested." "But you ought to be, my dear friend, you ought to be.

The girl seems alone and defenceless.

She is reserved with regard to her history, won't make confidences, although I begged of her to confide in me, and assured her that I, in my position, would receive what she chose to tell under the seal of secrecy.

Her eyes filled with tears, poor little soul, but her lips were dumb." "Oh, she has nothing to confide." "Do you think so?
I can't agree with you.

Although my lot has been cast in this remote out-of-the-world town, I have had my experiences, Mrs.
Bertram, and I never yet saw a face like Miss Hart's which did not conceal a history." "May I ask you, Mr.Ingram, if you ever before saw a face like Miss Hart's ?" "Well, no, now that you put it to me, I don't think that I ever have.