"She has no--no friends." "Cover it," his companion ordered.

"Cover it up.

I can't bear to see it." With a sombre, disappointed air, he obeyed; then looked up, as if in her face he read strange matter.
"I can't bear," she added quickly, "to see any kind of suffering.

Why did--It's all my fault for sending you! We were having such a good ride together, and now I've spoiled it all, with this .-- Poor little filthy object!" She turned her hands outward, with a helpless, dainty gesture.
"But what can we do?
These things happen every day." Rudolph was studying the ground again.

His thoughts, then, had wronged her.