"Tell me about it?" she said. "I get so little time for reading, and
then I only care to read the books that help me," and she gave me a
grateful look more eloquent than words.
I described the work to her, and wishing to do my friend justice I even
recited a few of the passages upon which, as I knew, he especially prided
himself.
One sentence in particular seemed to lay hold of her. "A good woman's
arms round a man's neck is a lifebelt thrown out to him from heaven."
"How beautiful!" she murmured. "Say it again."