Just give me a little more water, and--and tell me--who are you ?" "Who am I ?" he queried, holding up her head while she drank from the tin cup he had now taken from his knapsack.

"I?
Oh, just an out-of-work.
Nobody of any interest to you!" A certain tinge of bitterness crept into his voice.

In health, he knew, a woman of this class would not suffer him even to touch her hand.
"_Don't_ ask me who I am, please.

And I--I won't ask _your_ name.

We're of different worlds, I guess.