While there's life there's hope." Upon this Phoebe put him a question, and found him ready to do anything for her, in reason--provided he was paid for it.

And the end of it all was, the prisoner was conveyed to London; Phoebe got the requisite sum; Falcon was deposited in a third-class carriage bound for Essex.

Phoebe paid his debt, and gave Cartwright a present, and away rattled the train conveying the handsome egotist into temporary retirement, to wit, at a village five miles from the Dales' farm.

She was too ashamed of her young gentleman and herself to be seen with him in her native village.
On the road down he was full of little practical attentions; she received them coldly; his mellifluous mouth was often at her car, pouring thanks and praises into it; she never vouchsafed a word of reply.

All she did was to shudder now and then, and cry at intervals.
Yet, whenever he left her side, her whole body became restless; and when he came back to her, a furtive thrill announced the insane complacency his bare contact gave her.