"Take me to see her."

"She'd look better to-morrow," cautiously, "when the swellin's gone
down round 'er eye."

Dart started--and it was because he had for the last five minutes
forgotten something.

"I shall not be here to-morrow," he said. His grasp upon the thing in
his pocket had loosened, and he tightened it.

"I have some more money in my purse," he said deliberately. "I meant to
give it away before going. I want to give it to people who need it very
much."

She gave him one of the sly, squinting glances.

"Deservin' cases?" She put it to him in brazen mockery.

"I don't care," he answered slowly and heavily. "I don't care a damn."

Her face changed exactly as he had seen it change on the bridge when she
had drawn nearer to him. Its ugly hardness suddenly looked human. And
that she could look human was fantastic.

"'Ow much 'ave yer?" she asked. "'Ow much is it?"

"About ten pounds."

She stopped and stared at him with open mouth.