Let me see you take possession of it." He watched Roland search for the book in the torn coat on the chair beside him, and his eyes followed its transfer to his breast-pocket under his blue blouse.
"You are an English gentleman, though you look a Swiss peasant," he said; "you are poor, perhaps, and my money will be of use to you.

It is the only return I can make to you.

I should like you to write down that I give it to you, and let me sign the paper." "Presently," said Roland; "you must not exert yourself.

I shall find your name and address here ?" "I have no address; of course I have a name," he answered; "but never mind that now.

Tell me, what do you think of Christ?
Does He indeed save sinners ?" "Yes," said Roland reluctantly; "He says, 'I came to seek and to save that which was lost.' Those are His own words." "Kneel down quickly," murmured the dying man.