The utter bleak barrenness of the man and his life came home to her, struggling with her gratitude, her sense of duty.
He thought for a time before he spoke.

"Why, yes, several things, and I'm sorry you can't see them things, too.

For instance, I can tie a strong string around my arm, and bust it, just doubling up my muscle.
I'm right strong." "That's fine!" said she.

"Isn't it odd?
What else, then ?" She smiled so bravely that he did not suspect.

"Mayn't I feel the muscle on your arm ?" Hesitatingly, groping, she did put out her hand.