Warden felt the lines tightening round his mouth at these words.  It was broad daylight, it was true, and Meg was only a poor, ragged child, but her face was so solemn, and her big eyes shone with so intense a light, and she was so absolutely fearless before him, that he felt impressed, even just a trifle afraid--something as he would have felt had he been looking at an accusing angel.