The blacker the prospects and the harder it was to hope, the more firmly they grasped at hope when it flickered forth.
Ah yes—could it really be said that people who had no hope in their hearts were alive? Sina thought not. Well, of course they ‘jogged along,’ as she expressed it; they could do that all right; but actually what Sina called life—that she did not think was to be found in those who had nothing to hope for. This was Clever Sina’s opinion on the subject.
