"It is all over!" he cried, despairingly: "and yet I can't hate her." He ran from the room, unable to restrain his tears, and too proud and fiery to endure two spectators of his grief.
Mrs.Little felt as mothers feel toward those who wound their young.
"Is it the woman's likeness ?" said she bitterly, and then trembled with emotion.
"Ay." "May I see it ?" "Surely, ma'am." And Jael began to undo the paper.
But Mrs.Little stopped her.

"No, not yet.

I couldn't bear the sight of a face that has brought misery upon him.

I would rather look at yours.
It is a very honest one.

May I inquire your name ?" "Jael Dence--at your service." "Dence! ah, then no wonder you have a good face: a Cairnhope face.