He could hardly use his right arm.
She saw his hollow cheeks and the dark circles beneath his eyes.

She hadn't spent years in the streets amongst the poorest not to know that his wistful look meant want of food--starvation may be.
"Won't you sit down ?" he said.
She shook her head.
"This belongs to you," she said, holding out his purse.

"I'm so sorry it's empty." "I'm sorry too.

You haven't spent a farthing on yourself and I meant it all for you." "It was very foolish when you wanted money so badly." "That doesn't matter.

You wouldn't have been here now if I hadn't given it you." Her eyes lighted up.