They had never troubled me before, but they troubled me now, as vulgar appendages.

I determined to ask Joe why he had ever taught me to call those picture-cards Jacks, which ought to be called knaves.

I wished Joe had been rather more genteelly brought up, and then I should have been so too.
She came back, with some bread and meat and a little mug of beer.

She put the mug down on the stones of the yard, and gave me the bread and meat without looking at me, as insolently as if I were a dog in disgrace.

I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry,--I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart--God knows what its name was,--that tears started to my eyes.