I'm not going to do much without you." "You mean my friendship is going to be of no use to you ?" asked Joan.
He raised his eyes and fixed them on her with a pleading, dog-like look.
"For God's sake don't take even that away from me," he said.

"Unless you want me to go to pieces altogether.

A crust does just keep one alive.
One can't help thinking what a fine, strong chap one might be if one wasn't always hungry." She felt so sorry for him.

He looked such a boy, with the angry tears in his clear blue eyes, and that little childish quivering of the kind, strong, sulky mouth.
She rose and took his head between her hands and turned his face towards her.

She had meant to scold him, but changed her mind and laid his head against her breast and held it there.
He clung to her, as a troubled child might, with his arms clasped round her, and his head against her breast.