25/27 He could only draw down the corners of his mouth hard, and glance up queerly. Cryin' all night and all day, I sh'd say." "And she was crying when you saw her ?" "She look'd as if she'd just done for a moment, sir." "But her face was white ?" "White as a sheet." Richard paused to discover whether his instinct had caught a new view from these facts. He was in a cage, always knocking against the same bars, fly as he might. Her tears were the stars in his black night. He clung to them as golden orbs. |