Thewatergatheredslowlyonhershawl，andfellontothewetstones；butshelaytherecryingbitterly。Forsothelivingsoulwillcrytothedead，andthecreaturetoitsGod；andofallthiscryingtherecomesnothing。Theliftingupofthehandsbringsnosalvation；redemptionisfromwithin，andneitherfromGodnorman；itiswroughtoutbythesoulitself，withsufferingandthroughtime。
Doss，onthekitchendoorstep，shivered，andwonderedwherehismistressstayedsolong；andonce，sittingsadlythereinthedamp，hehaddroppedasleep，anddreamedthatoldOttogavehimapieceofbread，andpattedhimonthehead，andwhenhewokehisteethchattered，andhemovedtoanotherstonetoseeifitwasdrier。Atlastheheardhismistress’step，andtheywentintothehousetogether。Shelitacandle，andwalkedtotheBoer—woman’sbedroom。Onanailundertheladyinpinkhungthekeyofthewardrobe。Shetookitdownandopenedthegreatpress。Fromalittledrawershetookfiftypounds（allshehadintheworld），relockedthedoor，andturnedtohangupthekey。Themarksoftearswerestillonherface，butshesmiled。Thenshepaused，hesitated。
\"Fiftypoundsforalover！Anoblereward！\"shesaid，andopenedthewardrobeandreturnedthenotestothedrawer，whereEmmightfindthem。
Onceinherownroom，shearrangedthefewarticlessheintendedtotaketomorrow，burntheroldletters，andthenwentbacktothefrontroomtolookatthetime。Thereweretwohoursyetbeforeshemustcallhim。Shesatdownatthedressing—tabletowait，andleanedherelbowsonit，andburiedherfaceinherhands。Theglassreflectedthelittlebrownheadwithitsevenparting，andthetinyhandsonwhichitrested。\"OnedayI
willlovesomethingutterly，andthenIwillbebetter，\"shesaidonce。