Greasy shut the book and lay it under his pillow. Rolling himself in his covers, he tried to sleep, but sleep would not come.... Over and over again rose the picture of how the two travelers on their knees had pled to be spared.

The sick landlady praised the servant, "He takes care of me like a son, and he is a wise man. He persuaded my husband to let him put up a stove in the kitchen.... Others barely do what they are told to; this one does the needed things without being told."