Do not add to my wretchedness by depriving them of shelter.

Let me know that if we are to die of starvation, a roof, at least, will cover our bodies." He looked at her with unchanged countenance.

Not even the movement of a muscle, denoted that his heart was touched at her pathetic appeal.
His expression was as hard and cold as adamantine, nor did a single feeling of pity move him.

He cared for nothing but money; she could not give him what he wanted, and too sentiment of commiseration, no spark of charity, no feeling of manly regret at her sufferings entered his bosom.
"Be charitable," she continued.

"I have prayed night after night to God to relieve my necessities; I have walked the town through and through in the effort to procure work, but my prayers have been unanswered, and my efforts have proven unavailing.