"They are so poor, and yet in their starved souls there is a thing which can less bear flouting than the dull content which rules in others.

I know not whether 'tis a curse or a boon to be born so.

'Tis a bitter thing when the bird that flutters in them has only little wings.

All the more should those who are strong protect and comfort them." She comforted so many creatures.

In strange parts of the town, where no other lady would have dared to go to give alms, it was rumoured that she went and did noble things privately.