In great cities men are all more or less alike.

It is only in solitary abodes that strong natures grow up in their own way.

Catrina had grown to womanhood in one of the solitary places of the earth.

She had no facile axiom, no powerful precedent, to guide her every step through life.

The woman who was in daily contact with her was immeasurably beneath her in mental power, in force of character, in those possibilities of love or hatred which go to make a strong life for good or for evil.