Her own misery filled her heart; there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.


Adam Bede (1859)


Her own misery filled her heart; there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.

Her own misery filled her heart; there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.

Her own misery filled her heart; there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.

Her own misery filled her heart; there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.