He spoke quite tenderly and touched Jenny's heart.
"Oh, but I have shem," she said.
"You come and mamook wash," said Quin, "and by-by we'll have muckamuck and then you'll be all right. Come now."
He lifted her to her feet, and when she felt his strong hands on her she felt a little better. It was like fate, though she knew not what fate was. He was strong and kind, and he said he loved her. She caught his hand.
"You no beat me?" she cried in a sudden passion of fear and helplessness. "You no beat me, Mr. Quin?"
"No, Jenny, no," he said. He turned her tearful dirty face round and kissed her.
"Oh, I too much dirty," she exclaimed in great distress. "No bebee me till I mamook wash."
She caught sight of herself in a big glass over the mantelpiece.
"Oh, Mr. Quin, I have shem: I so dirty. You forgive me, Mr. Quin?"
And Quin laughed a little uneasily.