I want you to remember that that is a picture of your daughter.

You are rich now and there is no reason why you should not come back to her.

Don't you understand, Monty ?" It was a grey, white face, shrivelled and pinched, weak eyes without depth, a vapid smile in which there was no meaning.

Trent, carried away for a moment by an impulse of pity, felt only disappointment at the hopelessness of his task.

He would have been honestly glad to have taken the Monty whom he had known back to England, but not this man! For already that brief flash of awakened life seemed to have died away.
Monty's head was wagging feebly and he was casting continually little, furtive glances towards the town.
"Please go away," he said.