My eyes closed. It was never going to stop. We would suffer endlessly, with no time to rest, no time to sleep. (25.47)
As word of the frost spread, hundreds of people swarmed into town. The returnees were all well-fed. They called to each other in annoying, bright voices. I wanted to tell them to hush. It felt like they were dancing on a grave with no thought to the suffering they had escaped. Those of us who had remained behind were gaunt and pale. People who were dosed with mercury spat frequently and covered their mouths to hide their blackened teeth.
Eliza reminded me not to be bitter, but it was hard. (27.2-27.3)