"And I yielded to the right; simply saying that you gave me pain by insisting upon it," she replied, proudly. "But you seem to have imagined, that I was not merely guided by womanly instinct, but"--and here the passionate tears (kept down for long--struggled with vehemently) came up into her eyes and choked her voice--"but that I was prompted by some particular feeling for you--you! Why, there was not a man--not a poor desperate man in all that crowd--for whom I had not more sympathy--for whom I should not have done what little I could more heartily."

'And I yielded to the right,' she replied, proudly. 'But you seem to have imagined, that I was not merely guided by womanly instinct, but' - and here the passionate tears came up at last into her eyes, and choked her voice - 'but that I was prompted by some particular feeling for you - for you! Why, there was not a poor desperate man in all that crowd for whom I had not more sympathy.'
