Almost at once I was recognised, and there passed before me a continual stream of men and boys, and one after the other offered some foul sneer or gibe or scoff.
They stood before me, Frank, calling me names and spitting on the ground--an eternity of torture." My heart bled for him.
"I wonder if any punishment will teach humanity to such people, or understanding of their own baseness ?" After walking a few paces he turned to me: "Don't reproach me, Frank, even in thought.

You have no right to.

You don't know me yet.

Some day you will know more and then you will be sorry, so sorry that there will be no room for any reproach of me.

If I could tell you what I suffered this winter!" "This winter!" I cried.