Misery, that London, with all its poverty and wretchedness, could not compare with.

Were I born in Ireland I should be proud to stake my liberty and my life to protect my own people from such horrible brutality." The wounded man opened his eyes and looked full at Angela.

It was a look at once of gratitude and reverence and admiration.
Her heart leaped within her.
So far no man in the little walled-in zone she had lived in had ever stirred her to an even momentary enthusiasm.

They were all so fatuously contented with their environment.

Sheltered from birth, their anxiety was chiefly how to make life pass the pleasantest.