He can speak for himself now." The woman turned to look at the tramp.

Up to then she had hardly noticed him, but now something seemed to stir within her bosom.
They saw her start, and bending, look more closely, at the same time turning paler than usual.
"Oh! who can it be ?" she said, weakly.

"I seem to see something familiar about the figure, and the face, but it's impossible, for my brother Lu has long been dead." "That's where you're mistaken, Matilda, because I'm that same Luther Corbley, and still alive and in the flesh, though pretty far gone, I'm afraid," and he acted as if about to start into one of his hysterical coughing spells, then thought better of it, because Matilda was rushing toward him, dropping her bundle as she came.
Paying no attention to his soiled and ragged clothes, the good woman threw her arms about the neck of her long-lost brother, and actually kissed him again and again on his rough cheek.

Hugh, watching closely, could see the man assume a pleased look, and once he thought he caught Wandering Lu actually winking his left eye in his direction, as though to say: "You see, she never will let me die on the road!".