She had great hopes of me.

When she was told that she was going to die, and that she could not see me, for I was not allowed to go to her,[5] she said, 'May the prison help him,' and turned her face to the wall.
"She felt about the prison as you do, Frank, and really I think you are both right; it has helped me.

There are things I see now that I never saw before.

I see what pity means.

I thought a work of art should be beautiful and joyous.