Their loneliness was for life, poor things.
Already they were old; and they would grow older, sadder, perpetually struggling to supplement that dividend from the precious capital--and merely that they might keep alive.

Oh!--her heart ached at the misery of such a prospect.

How much better if the poor girls had never been born.
Her own future was more hopeful than theirs had ever been.

She knew herself good-looking.

Men had followed her in the street and tried to make her acquaintance.