"Great effects may spring from trivial causes," she remarked, as she loosened a bracelet from her wrist. Then, unfastening her sleeve, and partially turning it up, "Look here, Mr. Moore."
She showed a mark in her white arm--rather a deep though healed-up indentation--something between a burn and a cut.
"I would not show that to any one in Briarfield but you, because you can take it quietly."
"Certainly there is nothing in the little mark to shock. Its history will explain."
"Small as it is, it has taken my sleep away, and made me nervous, thin, and foolish; because, on account of that little mark, I am obliged to look forward to a possibility that has its terrors."
The sleeve was readjusted, the bracelet replaced.

"Great effects may spring from trivial causes," she remarked, as she loosened a bracelet from her wrist, unfastened her sleeve, and turned it up. "Look here, Mr. Moore."
She showed a mark in her white arm - a deep though healed indentation - something between a burn and a cut.
"Small as that mark is, it has taken my sleep away, and made me nervous, thin, and foolish; because of it, I am obliged to look forward to a terrifying possibility."
The sleeve was readjusted, the bracelet replaced.
