Whenever she felt herself injured, words of indignation poured out from her like fiery lava from a crater.

After that everything was settled.

She had been obliged to sit day after day on the same bench with the sulking girl, and to come to school and leave again without saying a word.

Should this situation, which had already become intolerable to her, continue forever?
Mea could only moan with this prospect in view.

She was glad that Kurt was in a strangely depressed mood, too, and hardly ever spoke.