Liz took off her hat and shawl and sat down. She covered her face with her hands, and sobbed appealingly.
"I ha' na done no harm," she protested. "I nivver meant none. It wur his fault. He wunnot let me a-be, an'—an' he said he wanted to hear summat about th' choild, an' gi'e me summat to help me along. He said as he wur ashamed o' hissen to ha' left me wi'out money, but he wur hard run at the toime, an' now he wanted to gi' me some."
"Money!" said Joan. "Did he offer yo' money?"
"Aye, he said"
"Wait!" said Joan. "Did yo' tak' it?"
"What would yo' ha' me do?" restlessly. "Theer wur no harm"
"Ha' yo' gotten it on yo'?" interrupting her again.
"Aye," stopping to look up questioningly.
Joan held out her hand.
"Gi'e it to me," she said, steadily.
Mr. Ralph Landsell, who was sitting in his comfortable private parlor at the principal hotel of the little town, was disturbed in the enjoyment of his nightly cigar by the abrupt announcement of a visitor,—a young woman, who surprised him by walking into the room and straight up to the table near which he sat.
She was such a very handsome young woman, with her large eyes and finely cut face, and heavy nut-brown hair, and, despite her common dress, so very imposing a young woman, that the young man was quite startled,—especially when she laid upon the table-cloth a little package, which he knew had only left his hands half an hour before.
"I ha' browt it back to yo';" she said, calmly.
