And lately he's changed so! I--" She broke down all at once in her valiant attempt at calmness.

And burying her face in her hands again she burst into a tempest of weeping.

Gavin Brice, a lump in his own throat, drew her to him.

And she clung to his soaked coat lapels hiding her head on his drenched breast.
There was nothing of love or of sex in the action.

She was simply a heartbroken child seeking refuge in the strength of some one older and stronger than she.