Vat vas he to you?
Answer me dat." Beth Norvell's eyes softened in sudden pity.

The unconscious appeal within that broken voice, which had lost all semblance of threat, seemed to reveal instantly the whole sad story, and her heart gave immediate response.

She reached out, touching gently the hand in which she saw the gleam of the knife-blade.

There was no fear in her now, nothing but an infinite womanly sympathy.
"He is nothing to me," she said, earnestly, "absolutely nothing.

I despise him--that is all.