The Wyvern Mystery, vol. 2
"I'm ashamed to say that Harry knows ten times as well as I all about my affairs. I pay interest through his hands, and he watches those people's movements; he's a rough diamond, but he has been very kind, and you see his note--where is it? Oh, thanks. I must be off in half an hour, to meet the coach at the 'Pied Horse.'"
"Let me go up, darling, and help you to pack, I know where all your things are," said poor little Alice, who looked as if she was going to faint.
"Thank you, darling, you are such a good little creature, and never think of yourself--never, never--half enough."
His hands were on her shoulders, and he was looking in her face, with sad strange eyes, as he said this, slowly, like a man spelling out an inscription.
"I wish--I wish a thousand things. God knows how heavy my heart is. If you cared for yourself Alice, like other women, or that I weren't a fool--but--but you, poor little thing, it was such a venture, such a sea, such a