They all pitied and looked down on her there; still, it had been home the only home she ever had known or ever would know.

And until these last few frightful days, how happy she had been there! For the first time she felt desolate, weak, afraid.

But not daunted.

It is strange to see in strong human character the strength and the weakness, two flat contradictions, existing side by side and making weak what seems so strong and making strong what seems so weak.

However, human character is a tangle of inconsistencies, as disorderly and inchoate as the tangible and visible parts of nature.