Mr.Gumpus was in the doorway, amusement in every line of his ugly face.
Beside him stood the slovenly servant.

She was crying--the more human second thought of a heart not altogether corrupted by the sordid hardness of her lot.

How can faith in the human race falter when one considers how much heart it has in spite of all it suffers in the struggle upward through the dense fogs of ignorance upward, toward the truth, toward the light of which it never ceases to dream and to hope?
Susan stood in the same place, with her bag beside her, until her acquaintance came.
"Now," said he, comfortably, as he lighted a fresh cigar, "we'll float pleasantly along.

I guess you and I had better get acquainted.

What is your name ?" Susan flushed.