In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
Our people are good people; our people are kind people. Pray God some day kind people won't all be poor.
Strange how one person can saturate a room with vitality, with excitement. Then there are others, and this dame was one of them, who can drain off energy and joy, can suck pleasure dry and get no sustenance from it. Such people spread a grayness in the air about them.