It never hurt me before, but now I know why.

It couldn't hurt me so long as I looked it straight in the eye--but just now my eyes had to fall before it, and all in a second it was tearing me to pieces.
That's the only defense against this last Gratcher, Bernal, to look it in the eyes unafraid.

And oh, it hurts so--and it's all my own miserable fault!" "No, it's your goodness, Nance." He spoke very quietly now.

"Only the good have a Gratcher that can't be laughed away.

My own was late in coming.