‘Do you mean that a prisoner forgives his prison?’ said she, slowly and with emphasis.‘That was my speculation, Miss Wade. I don’t pretend to know positively how a prisoner might feel. I never was one

Trained by main force; broken, not bent; heavily ironed with an object on which I was never consulted and which was never mine; shipped away to the other end of the world before I was of age, and exiled

Tattycoram, stick you close to your young mistress.’He spoke to a handsome girl with lustrous dark hair and eyes, and very neatly dressed, who replied with a half curtsey as she passed off in the train