They nodded to him with a brief, friendly smile, but were shy of shaking hands.

The hand which they would have held out readily enough, had he needed assistance in misfortune, slunk hastily into a pocket.

For he who climbs will lose more friends than the ne'er-do-well.

Some may account this to human nature for righteousness and others quite the contrary: for jealousy, like love, lies hidden in unsuspected corners.
Juliette de Gemosac had been quite different to Loo since learning his story.

Miriam alone remained unchanged.