"Take it up; I am not fit to touch it.

Look on the inner side." He remembered the inscription: "To Sydney Westerfield, with Catherine Linley's love." His head sank on his breast; he understood her at last.
"You despise me," he said, "and I deserve it." "No; I despise myself.

I have lived among vile people; and I am vile like them." She moved a few steps away with a heavy sigh.

"Kitty!" she said to herself.

"Poor little Kitty!" He followed her.