... heaven to stay their hunger. Stop the railways, I muttered, and London starves. I saw wan children plucking unripe blackberries from the hedges. I saw women seated weeping by the wayside. I passed through one or t - cVo small towns—l know not what ...

... always saying to me, whereas you, Sally— and she turned away in disgust from my dirty pinafore and face, stained with blackberry juice. I was always in disgrace. Somebody was 'always finding fault with me, and, as is - often the case in such circumstances ...