"That's why he gets such a hold of one; we're just a parcel of helpless, miserable wretches, who've got on his nerves and forced him to help us.

Do you suppose, if this beastly old tramp went down this minute, that he'd shed a tear for any of us?
Not he!" She paused a moment; then she said, with a kind of snarl, "He's got his girl.

He's left her behind there, and his heart with her.

Oh, don't cry! But, yes, do; your sort of woman can always find relief in tears.

I can't." An hour later, when Derrick returned to the group with a big can of soup, he found Alice asleep, with her head pillowed on the bosom of Isabel.
"Don't wake her," said Derrick.
Instantly Isabel, with a flash of the eyes, pushed the other's girl's head away from her.
"Here, wake up!" she said, roughly.