A lady in the train told me this was such a sweet, quiet little place, and so when we got to the station I came on here." Again Faber could not speak.

The thought of a lady like her traveling about alone looking for work was frightful! "And they talk of a God in the world!" he said to himself--and felt as if he never could forgive Him.
"I have papers to show," she added quietly, as if bethinking herself that he might be taking her for an impostor.
All the time she had never looked him in the face.

She had fixed her gaze on the far horizon, but a smile, half pitiful, half proud, flickered about the wonderful curves of her upper lip.
"I am glad you have told me," he said.

"I may be of service to you, if you will permit me.

I know a great many families about here." "Oh, thank you!" she cried, and with an expression of dawning hope, which made her seem more beautiful than ever, she raised her eyes and looked him full in the face: it was the first time he had seen her eyes lighted up, except with fever.