1 Dolly was crushed by her sorrow, utterly swallowed up by it.
2 His despair was even intensified by the consciousness that he was utterly alone in his sorrow.
3 He felt that the husband was magnanimous even in his sorrow, while he had been base and petty in his deceit.
4 She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters.
5 And, strange to say, he felt utterly cold, and was not conscious of sorrow nor of loss, less still of pity for his brother.
6 Moreover, she became aware of all the dreariness of the world of sorrow, of sick and dying people, in which she had been living.
7 And the thought struck her how untruly it was said that the curse laid on woman was that in sorrow she should bring forth children.
8 She had not time to undo, and so carried back with her, the parcel of toys she had chosen the day before in a toy shop with such love and sorrow.
9 Now, as always, interference made him angry, and he felt sorrowfully at once how mistaken had been his supposition that his spiritual condition could immediately change him in contact with reality.
10 There was one man, a comrade of his at the university, with whom he had made friends later, and with whom he could have spoken of a personal sorrow; but this friend had a post in the Department of Education in a remote part of Russia.
11 And the light by which she had read the book filled with troubles, falsehoods, sorrow, and evil, flared up more brightly than ever before, lighted up for her all that had been in darkness, flickered, began to grow dim, and was quenched forever.