Money in America was plentiful; it was only a matter of getting some of it, and I was on my way to the mint.

If Dover Street was not a pleasant place to abide in, it was only a wayside house.

And I was really happy, actively happy, in the exercise of my mind in Latin, mathematics, history, and the rest; the things that suffice a studious girl in the middle teens.
Still I had moments of depression, when my whole being protested against the life of the slum.

I resented the familiarity of my vulgar neighbors.

I felt myself defiled by the indecencies I was compelled to witness.