'That's the worst of suffering, it's pretty much alike, at all times and in all ways.

I'm not unselfish either, you know, a mighty long way from it.

But I'm not sick of it, you know, not sick to death of it.
Forgive me if I offend in repeating your words.' 'You are unselfish, I'm sure of that,' said Helen.

'And so you must have other things to live for.

My life is very narrow, and when things I care about are ruined I see nothing further.' 'Things are never ruined in life, Miss Buchanan.