At first she could think of nothing but that the lonely old man she had tried to be kind to was dead, and wept bitterly.

Then as she began to realise the fact of the money she was aghast, suffocated with the thought of her own wealth.
She told us piteously that it wouldn't change her at all.

I think the poor child already felt the golden barrier that wealth builds round its owners.

I don't think Mr.Peter Reid was kind, though perhaps he meant to be.

Jean is such a conscientious, anxious pilgrim at any time, and I'm afraid the wealth will hang round her neck like the Ancient Mariner's albatross.
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