Chapter 1
And upstairs in the locked room Sara and Emily sat on the floor and stared at the corner round which the cab had disappeared, while Captain Crewe looked backward, waving and kissing his hand as if...
Chapter 2
One of Miss Minchin's chief secret annoyances was that she did not speak French herself, and was desirous of concealing the irritating fact. (2.24)
Chapter 3
… and Sara saw her and was so sorry for her that she began rather to like her and want to be her friend. (3.4)
Chapter 4
Lavinia, in fact, was spiteful. She was inordinately jealous of Sara. Until the new pupil's arrival, she had felt herself the leader in the school. (4.6)
Chapter 5
"Well," she remarked, "I do not know whether your mamma would like you to tell stories to servant girls, but I know my mamma wouldn't like ME to do it." (5.16)
Chapter 6
"She's ridiculous without being rich," Lavinia sniffed. (6.4)
Chapter 7
In fact, she herself scarcely remembered anything but that she walked up and down, saying over and over again to herself in a voice which did not seem her own, "My papa is dead! My papa is dead!" (...
Chapter 8
"She is like the others," she had thought. "She does not really want to talk to me. She knows no one does." (8.37)
Chapter 9
"It's a lonely place," she said. "Sometimes it's the loneliest place in the world." (9.38)
Chapter 10
So their visits were rare ones, and Sara lived a strange and lonely life. (10.1)
Chapter 11
As Sara looked toward him he looked toward her. The first thing she thought was that his dark face looked sorrowful and homesick. (11.6)
Chapter 12
"Come, come," said Carmichael. "We shall find her yet…" (12.48)
Chapter 13
Added to this, she had been deprived of her dinner, because Miss Minchin had chosen to punish her. She was so cold and hungry and tired that her face began to have a pinched look, and now and then...
Chapter 14
"What a bed for a child to sleep in—and in a house which calls itself respectable!" (14.18)
Chapter 15
It was better than to go into the room alone and find it empty and desolate. The mere presence of plump, comfortable Ermengarde, wrapped in her red shawl, would warm it a little. (15.21)
Chapter 16
"I can write to him," she said joyfully, "and leave it on the table. Then perhaps the person who takes the things away will take it, too. I won't ask him anything. He won't mind my thanking him, I...
Chapter 17
He was himself so well and happy, and so surrounded by cheerfulness and love, that desolation and broken health seemed pitifully unbearable things. (17.37)
Chapter 18
Glad as she was for Sara's sake, she went up the last flight of stairs with a lump in her throat and tears blurring her sight. There would be no fire tonight, and no rosy lamp; no supper, and no pr...
Chapter 19
"I WAS supposing," she said. "I was remembering that hungry day, and a child I saw." (19.13)