A sordid, harsh, and meagre life it must have been.

And I thought of his father, who had lied and stolen for him and been worked to death.

And he himself had gone into the mills when he was ten! All my heart seemed bursting with desire to fold my arms around him, and to rest his head on my breast--his head that must be weary with so many thoughts; and to give him rest--just rest--and easement and forgetfulness for a tender space.
I met Colonel Ingram at a church reception.

Him I knew well and had known well for many years.

I trapped him behind large palms and rubber plants, though he did not know he was trapped.