"I hate seeing beggars, for I find it absolutely impossible to say _no_ to them.

Show her up, Henry, and give her a hint that I'm going out to dinner, and can only spare her a very few moments." Hannah could not certainly be accused when she entered Mrs.
Ellsworthy's room, of any want of nerves.

Her hands were shaking, her lips were tremulous, and her face, as she entered the room, became perfectly white.
"You'll excuse me, ma'am," she said.

"I'm most sorry to trouble you, but I'm that anxious, I scarce know what I'm doing.

I undertook a railway journey--which I don't think right--and I came here through most crowded streets in a dreadful vehicle, for I just wanted to ask you a single question, ma'am." "Sit down, my poor woman," said Mrs.Ellsworthy, who, the moment she looked at Hannah, began to have a dim sort of idea that she had seen her before, and also became full of pity for her.