Along with this womanly compassion came a compassion for himself, so hurt on his little field of battle.

He saw his own wounds as one might see a stranger's.
"Think of Ellen dogging around to a shoe-shop like me and the other girls," said Abby, "and think of her draggin' around with half a dozen children and no money.

Thank the Lord she's lifted out of it.
It ain't you nor me that ought to grudge her fortune to her, nor wish her where she might have been otherwise." "That's so," said the young man.
Abby's hand tightened over the one on the kerosene-can.

"You are a good fellow, Granville Joy," she said again..