"Look at your suit case full of lanterns and masks--full of _marble_, too!" Speechless, he stared at the burglar's kit.
"I am sorry--" Her voice had altered again to a tremulous sweetness.

"I can't help feeling sorry for you.

You do not seem to be hardened; your voice and manner are not characteristically criminal.

I--I can't see your face very clearly, but it does not seem to be a brutally inhuman face--" An awful desire to laugh seized Kerns; he struggled against it; hysteria lay that way; and he covered his face with both hands and pinched himself.
She probably mistook the action for the emotion of shame and despair born of bitter grief; perhaps of terror of the law.

It frightened her a little, but pity dominated.