'Can I help you?
I will if I can.

I will, indeed.' She rocked herself to and fro; caught her throat; and, uttering a gurgling sound, gasped for breath.
'Nancy!' cried Oliver, 'What is it ?' The girl beat her hands upon her knees, and her feet upon the ground; and, suddenly stopping, drew her shawl close round her: and shivered with cold.
Oliver stirred the fire.

Drawing her chair close to it, she sat there, for a little time, without speaking; but at length she raised her head, and looked round.
'I don't know what comes over me sometimes,' said she, affecting to busy herself in arranging her dress; 'it's this damp dirty room, I think.

Now, Nolly, dear, are you ready ?' 'Am I to go with you ?' asked Oliver.
'Yes.

I have come from Bill,' replied the girl.