It must be bad for you." "It won't hurt me," said Priscilla.

"Nothing of that kind can hurt me." "I mean that people say such ill-natured things." "I stand alone, and can take care of myself," said Priscilla.

"I defy the evil tongues of all the world to hurt me.

My personal cares are limited to an old gown and bread and cheese.

I like a pair of gloves to go to church with, but that is only the remnant of a prejudice.
The world has so very little to give me, that I am pretty nearly sure that it will take nothing away." "And you are contented ?" "Well, no; I can't say that I am contented.