Perhaps you didn't wholly mean all you said to me; perhaps you 'll forget about it when your luck changes, but it 's a thing that is going to stay with me; you can bet on that! I guess it was what I 've been hungry for; the loss of it had taken the very heart out of me," I paused, fearful I might be going too far, yet given fresh courage by the expression of her face.

"You see you belong to my class, little girl, and--and you are the first of them to speak a kind word to me in five years.

It's--it's a bit tough to be cut dead by your own class." It was her hand, white and slender, which reached shyly across the table, and touched mine, but her eyes alone made answer.
"That is all right," I continued, my voice shaking.

"I understand how you feel.

Anyhow you 've made a new man out of me; maybe the stuff is n't much, but there is a soul in it somewhere, and you 've given that soul something to get a grip on.