When Beau and I walked into her room,a small light was on next to her bed and the shades were pulled.She was sitting in her wheelchair,her back toward us,slouched over,facing the viewless window.
It was now a twelvemonth since the funeral procession of the venerable clergymen, its last inhabitant, had turned from that gateway towards the village burying-ground.
" Which do you mean? " turning round he looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said: " She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me."
Even with the most deeply held differences, treating the other person with respect and as a fellow human being is always a good first step towards greater understanding.