They're not being disagreeable to YOU--it's their way.
You always think people are meaning things for you.

But they don't." It was very sunny.

Over the big desolate space of the market-place the blue sky shimmered, and the granite cobbles of the paving glistened.
Shops down the Long Row were deep in obscurity, and the shadow was full of colour.

Just where the horse trams trundled across the market was a row of fruit stalls, with fruit blazing in the sun--apples and piles of reddish oranges, small green-gage plums and bananas.

There was a warm scent of fruit as mother and son passed.