and but small compunction in turning my back upon his pain.
“Come,” I said to poor Eva, “don’t pity him, though I daresay he’s the most pitiable of the lot; show me the way through, and I’ll follow with this lamp.”
One was burning on the old oak table. I carried it along a narrow passage, through a great low kitchen where I bumped my head against the black oak beams; and I held it on high at a door almost as massive
and but small compunction in turning my back upon his pain.
“Come,” I said to poor Eva, “don’t pity him, though I daresay he’s the most pitiable of the lot; show me the way through, and I’ll follow with this lamp.”
One was burning on the old oak table. I carried it along a narrow passage, through a great low kitchen where I bumped my head against the black oak beams; and I held it on high at a door almost as massive
