It is my heart that aches for him now as none other in all the world can.

No one on earth could care as I care.

Who could there be ?" Something whispered in her ear, "Kathleen!" The name haunted her, as the little cross had done.
Misery and anger possessed her, and she fought on with herself through dark hours.
Thus five days had gone, until at last a wagon was brought to the door of the tailor-shop, and M'sieu' came out, leaning on the arm of Jo Portugais.

There were several people in the street at the time, and they kept whispering that M'sieu' had been at death's door.

He was pale and haggard, with dark hollows under the eyes.