"Of course I know it won't make any difference," she said, feebly, and drew her darning-needle through the sock she was mending.
Henry took up a copy of the East Westland Gazette.

The first thing he saw was the list of deaths, and he seemed to see, quite plainly, Abrahama White's among them, although she was still quick, and he loathed himself.

He turned the paper with a rattling jerk to an account of a crime in New York, and the difficulty the police had experienced in taking the guilty man in safety to the police station.
He read the account aloud.
"Seems to me the principal thing the New York police protect is the criminals," he said, bitterly.

"If they would turn a little of their attention to protecting the helpless women and children, seems to me it would be more to the purpose.

They're awful careful of the criminals." Sylvia did not hear.