Jane, I assure you, had thought very little of herself hitherto--in both senses of the phrase.

Joyous because she could not help it, full of gratitude, admiration, generosity, she occupied her thoughts very much with other people, but knew not self-seeking, knew not self-esteem.

The one thing affecting herself over which she mused frequently was her suffering as a little thrall in Clerkenwell Close, and the result was to make her very humble.

She had been an ill-used, ragged, work-worn child, and something of that degradation seemed, in her feeling, still to cling to her.

Could she have known Bob Hewett's view of her position, she would have felt its injustice, but at the same time would have bowed her head.