When you have a human soul at your mercy like that, it's a kind of sacrilege to laugh at it.

It makes you feel--oh, I can't express myself.

Look, it doesn't make tears come into your eyes exactly, it makes them come into your heart." We continued the subject, divagating as we went, and had a nice little sentimental conversation.

There are depths of human feeling I should never have suspected in this lazy panther of a woman, and although she openly avows having no more education than a tinker's dog, she can talk with considerable force and vividness of expression.
Indeed, when one comes to think of it, a tinker's dog has a fine education if he be naturally a shrewd animal and takes advantage of his opportunities; and a fine education, too, of its kind was that of the vagabond Lola, who on her way from Dublin to Yokohama had more profitably employed her time than Lady Kynnersley supposed.

She had seen much of the civilised places of the earth in her wanderings from engagement to engagement, and had been an acute observer of men and things.
We exchanged travel pictures and reminiscences.