Margaret sat utterly silent. How was she ever to go away into comfort and forget that man's voice, with the tone of unutterable agony, telling more by far than his words of what he had to suffer? She took out her purse; she had not much in it of what she could call her own, but what she had she put into Bessy's hands without speaking.

Margaret sat silent. How was she to go away into comfort and forget that man's agonised voice? She took out her purse; what little money she had, she put into Bessy's hand.
