There suddenly came an overwhelming sense of guilt to Mary Warren.

She had been unfair to this man! He was a trifle crude, yes; but kind, gentle, unpresuming.
She felt safer and safer--guilty and more guilty.

How could she ever explain it all to him?
"I reckon they're all right now," said Sim Gage, after a considerable battle with his team.

"Nothing busted much.

Git up on the seat, won't you, Bill, and drive acrosst--I got to help that lady git in." "Who is she ?" demanded the other, who had not failed to note the waiting figure.
"It's none of your damn business," said Sim Gage.