A woman's powers in the direction of envenomed memory are terrible.
'You have said it,' was Hood's reply under his breath.

'It was providential.

What did I do, but go and lose my hat out of the window of the train--had it knocked off by a drunken fellow, in fact.

But for this money I should have gone about Hebsworth bareheaded, and come home so, too.' 'A new hat! There's a pretty penny gone! Well, it's too much to hope that any good luck should come without bad at the same time.' 'Well, now you won't fret so much about the rent, Jane ?' He laid his hand upon her shoulder.

It was a movement of tenderness such as had not come to him for years; he felt the need of sympathy; he could have begged her to give him a kind look.