"None."
"Relatives——"
"None, none."
"Then your——"
"I know what you would say. I have no house."
"Then," said Manvers, looking vaguely over the plain, "what do you wish me to do for you?"
She was now sitting by the roadside, very collectedly looking down at her hands in her lap. "You will leave me here, if you must," she said; "but I would ask your charity to take me a little farther from Palencia. Nobody has ever been kind to me before."
She said this quite simply, as if stating a fact. He was moved.
"You were unhappy in Palencia?"
"Yes," she said, "I would rather be left here." The enormous plain of Castile, treeless, sun-struck, empty of living thing, made her words eloquent.