Nor does it become so to see these efforts meet, or seem to meet, some degree of success.

Happily man cannot so place his brother that his misery will continue unmitigated.
You may dwarf a man to the mere stump of what he ought to be, and yet he will put out green leaves.

"Free from care," we benignly observe of the dwarfed classes of society; but we forget, or have never thought, what a crime we commit when we rob men and women of their cares.
To Clemence the order of society was nothing.

No upheaval could reach to the depth to which she was sunk.

It is true, she was one of the population.