So she looked up at him
again, and bravely nodded her head.
His eyes seemed to grow clearer and softer as they still rested kindly
on her; but he made her take back the money immediately, and, holding
her hand as he did so, detained it for a moment with a curious awkward
gentleness. Then, after first pointing again to Zack's room, he began
to search in the breast-pocket of his coat, took from it at one rough
grasp some letters tied together loosely, and a clumsy-looking
rolled-up strip of fur, put the letters aside on the table behind him,
and, unrolling the fur, showed her that there were bank-notes in it.
She understood him directly--he had money of his own for Zack's
service, and wanted none from her.
After he had replaced the strip of fur in his pocket, he took up the
letters from the table to be put back also. As he reached them towards
him, a lock of hair, which seemed to have accidentally got between
them, fell out on the floor just at her feet. She stooped to pick it up
for him; and was surprised, as she did so, to see that it exactly
resembled in color the lock of Zack's hair which she had taken from the
old newspaper, and had hidden in her bosom.
She was surprised at this; and she was more than surprised, when he
angrily and abruptly snatched up the lock of hair, just as she touched
it.
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