"This is my address," said the merchant, writing it in pencil, and handing it to Robert.
"There is more here than you know," said Christopher, handing her back the paper.
"Could I trouble you to put it in the fire," he said, handing the torn paper to her.
Then, handing the book to him, with a bow and smile, the minister turned away.
But they did not feel justified in handing ...