"Poor wretch!" I thought; "you have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them? Your pride cannot blind God! You tempt him to wring them, till he forces a cry of humiliation."
"Quietly as a lamb!" I answered, aloud. "She drew a sigh, and stretched herself, like a child reviving, and sinking again to sleep; and five minutes after I felt one little pulse at her heart, and nothing more!"
"And-did she ever mention me?" he asked, hesitating, as if he dreaded the answer to his question would introduce details that he could not bear to hear.

'Poor wretch!' I thought; 'you have a heart and nerves the same as any man! Why try to conceal them?'
'Quietly as a lamb!' I answered, aloud. 'She drew a sigh, and stretched, and sank again to sleep; and I felt one little pulse at her heart, and nothing more!'
'And - did she ever mention me?' he asked, hesitating, as if he dreaded the answer.
