Nothing but wretchedness, whichever way she turned in an unjust and prejudiced world.

And to look at him helplessly she felt would be too much for her.
I won't say I was thinking these thoughts.

It was not necessary.

This complete knowledge was in my head while I stared hard across the wide road, so hard that I failed to hear little Fyne till he raised his deep voice indignantly.
"I don't blame the girl," he was saying.

"He is infatuated with her.
Anybody can see that.