John found and put them into my hand, with a grave, pitiful look.
"You don't need those sort of things," I said, making pretence to laugh, for I had not grown used to them, and felt often ashamed.
"I hope you will not need them always." "Perhaps not--Dr.Jessop isn't sure.

But it doesn't matter much; most likely I shan't live long." For this was, God forgive me, always the last and greatest comfort I had.
John looked at me--surprised, troubled, compassionate--but he did not say a word.

I hobbled past him; he following through the long passage to the garden door.

There I paused--tired out.

John Halifax took gentle hold of my shoulder.
"I think, if you did not mind, I'm sure I could carry you.