One of these poor women (she has gone, I am glad to think, from the world that used her so hardly) especially attracted my sympathies.

She was the gentlest, the most unselfish creature I have ever met with.

We lived together like sisters.
More than once in the dark hours when the thought of self-destruction comes to a desperate woman, the image of my poor devoted friend, left to suffer alone, rose in my mind and restrained me.

You will hardly understand it, but even we had our happy days.

When she or I had a few shillings to spare, we used to offer one another little presents, and enjoy our simple pleasure in giving and receiving as keenly as if we had been the most reputable women living.
"One day I took my friend into a shop to buy her a ribbon--only a bow for her dress.