What can I do
for you?"
"Her nephew Grey!" Bessie repeated the words to herself, us she stared
in bewilderment at the face bending over her, recognizing in it, or
fancying that she did, a resemblance to the face which had looked so
pityingly at her by her dead father's bedside, and which, whether waking
or sleeping, haunted her continually. Was this woman Grey's Aunt Lucy,
of whom she had heard so much? and was he there on the ship with her,
and would he know by and by that she was there and come to see her? Then
she remembered Neil, and her promise to let no one know who she was,
lest he should be disgraced. So when Miss Grey sat down beside her, and
taking the hot hands in hers, said to her, "Please tell me what I can do
for you, and pardon me if I ask your name," she sobbed piteously:
"No, no--oh, no! I promised never to let it be known that I was here,
_I_ am not ashamed, but he is, and I can tell only this--I am very poor
and am going to America to earn my living. I had no money for a
first-class ticket, and so I came in here.
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