Master’soutforhalfanhour，andItoldherIwasn’tallowedtosellpoisontostrangersinhisabsence。Shelaughedinaqueerway，andsaidshewouldcomebackinhalfanhour。Ifsheexpectsmastertoserveher，Ithinkshe’llbedisappointed。It’sacaseofsuicide，sir，ifevertherewasoneyet。\"
ThesewordsaddedimmeasurablytothesuddeninterestinthewomanwhichIsaachadfeltatthefirstsightofherface。Afterhehadgotthemedicine—bottlefilled，helookedaboutanxiouslyforherassoonashewasoutinthestreet。Shewaswalkingslowlyupanddownontheoppositesideoftheroad。Withhisheart，verymuchtohisownsurprise，beatingfast，Isaaccrossedoverandspoketoher。
Heaskedifshewasinanydistress。Shepointedtohertornshawl，herscantydress，hercrushed，dirtybonnet；thenmovedunderalampsoastoletthelightfallonherstern，pale，butstillmostbeautifulface。
\"Ilooklikeacomfortable，happywoman，don’tI？\"shesaid，withabitterlaugh。
ShespokewithapurityofintonationwhichIsaachadneverheardbeforefromotherthanladies’lips。Herslightestactionsseemedtohavetheeasy，negligentgraceofathoroughbredwoman。Herskin，forallitspoverty—strickenpaleness，wasasdelicateasifherlifehadbeenpassedintheenjoymentofeverysocialcomfortthatwealthcanpurchase。Evenhersmall，finely—shapedhands，glovelessastheywere，hadnotlosttheirwhiteness。