"It doesn't seem to pay you." There was a curious smile about the girl's lips as she caught Joan's eye.
He turned to her with his last flicker of passion.
"Because to this end was I born, and for this cause came I into the world, that I should bear witness unto the truth," he answered.
He sank back a huddled heap upon the chair.

There was foam about his mouth, great beads of sweat upon his forehead.

Mary wiped them away with a corner of her apron, and felt again his trembling hands.

"Oh, please don't talk to him any more," she pleaded, "not till he's had his supper." She fetched her fine shawl, and pinned it round him.

His eyes followed her as she hovered about him.