John paused, and his whole manner changed into softness as he resumed.
"I never forgot that little girl. Many a time when I was inclined to do
wrong, she kept me right--the remembrance of her sweet face and her
kindness."
That face was pressed against the sofa where she sat. Miss March was all
but weeping.
"I am glad to have met her again," he went on, "and glad to have been
able to do her some small good in return for the infinite good she once
did me. I shall bid her farewell now, at once, and altogether."