Oh, the bad times we've had, and no one know! They'll try and get him off, miss?
Oh, I'll go and _beg_ of them.'" She stopped, unable to trust her voice any further.

He stooped over her and kissed her brow.

There was a certain solemnity in the moment for both of them.

The pity of human fate overshadowed them.

At last he said firmly, yet with great feeling: "I will not prejudge anything, that I promise you.