Let us drop the subject.

The preacher at the Refuge is nothing but a remembrance now--the one welcome remembrance of my life! I have nothing more to tell you.

You insisted on hearing my story--you have heard it." "I have not heard how you found employment here," said Grace, continuing the conversation with uneasy politeness, as she best might.
Mercy crossed the room, and slowly raked together the last living embers of the fire.
"The matron has friends in France," she answered, "who are connected with the military hospitals.

It was not difficult to get me the place, under those circumstances.

Society can find a use for me here.