Oh, Dick, help me--help me!' The passion of tears had grown beyond her control and was beginning to alarm the man.

He stumbled forward and put his arm round her, and her head fell on his shoulder.
'Hush, dear, hush! Don't cry.

You're quite right, and you've nothing to reproach yourself with--you never had.

You're only a little upset by the journey, and I don't suppose you've had any breakfast.

What a brute Torp was to bring you over.' 'I wanted to come.