"It's some poor devil of a Conchy, I expect.

Must have a damned sight more pluck than I should." It was the fear that had been haunting her.

She did not know how white she had turned.
"I think it is someone I know," she said.

"Won't you help me ?" The crowd gave way to them, and they had all but reached him.

He was hatless and bespattered, but his tender eyes had neither fear nor anger in them.