I seem so foolish and so broken down.
When you came in my sorrow broke me down;
And now I think your kindness breaks me down;
But Enoch lives; that is borne in on me:
He will repay you: money can be repaid; 320
Not kindness such as yours.’
And Philip ask’d
‘Then you will let me, Annie?’
There she turn’d,
She rose, and fixed her swimming eyes upon him, 325