The mouth was slightly open.

She shut it, but the chin fell again.

Torpander could see what the woman was looking for, and handed her his silk handkerchief.

How rejoiced he was that he had not used it! The woman regarded the handkerchief suspiciously, but when she saw that it was perfectly clean, she folded it neatly and tied it round Marianne's head.
Torpander stood gazing at the little weary face, bound round with his lovely silk handkerchief, and he felt at length as if he had some part in her.

He had received her last look, her last smile, and as a reward she had accepted his first and last gift.