"What are yo' looking at me in that way for?" asked he at last, daunted and awed by her severe calm. "If yo' think for to keep me from going what gait I choose, because she loved yo'--and in my own house, too, where I never asked yo' to come, yo're mista'en. It's very hard upon a man that he can't go to the only comfort left."

'Why are yo' looking at me in that way?' asked he at last. 'If yo' think for to keep me from going where I choose - and in my own house, where I never asked yo' to come, yo're mistaken. It's very hard upon a man that he can't go to the only comfort left.'
