Nevertheless, she pitied him, with the unreasoning pity a kind heart gives to any creature, who, blameworthy or not, has fallen into trouble.

"What do you mean to do ?" "Nothing.

I'm cleaned out.

And I haven't a friend in the world." He turned his face to the wall in perfect despair.
Elizabeth tried hard not to sit in judgment upon what the catechism would call her "betters;" and yet her own strong instinct of almost indefinite endurance turned with something approaching contempt from this weak, lightsome nature, broken by the first touch of calamity.
"Come, it's no use making things worse than they are.

If no body knows that you are here, lock your door and keep quiet.