They always seemed to be implying something slighting or scathing.

They were always putting her in the wrong and hurting her feelings.
The day was damp and chill, but she put on her hat and ran out into the park.

She went down the avenue and turned into a coppice.

There, among the wet bracken, she sank down on the mossy trunk of a fallen tree and huddled herself in a small heap, her head on her arms, actually wailing.
"Oh, mother! Oh, mother!" she cried hysterically.

"Oh, I do wish you would come.