His face was hidden in his hands--he was praying for them.
Horace spoke, laying his finger on the telegram.

His voice had changed with the change in his face.

The tone was low and trembling: no one would have recognized it as the tone of Horace's voice.
"What does this mean ?" he said to Mercy.

"It can't be for you ?" "It _is_ for me." "What have You to do with a Refuge ?" Without a change in her face, without a movement in her limbs, she spoke the fatal words: "I have come from a Refuge, and I am going back to a Refuge.

Mr.Horace Holmcroft, I am Mercy Merrick.".