If she could have had a Bible of her own! She had no money left.

Nothing but her mother's wedding-ring, the papers, and the envelope that had contained the money the man had given her when he left.

She could not part with them, unless perhaps some one would take the ring and keep it until she could buy it back.

But she would wait and hope.
She walked by the old butler with her hand on her pistol.

She did not intend to let any one detain her now.