A touching simile to describe a young girl who feels rejected by the world.
I was like one standing at the lane ends with a nosegay to offer to the world as it rode by. But instead, it rode me down. Â
If only the world stopped in its tracks, leaned down and scooped up the nosegay with a smile, a flourish and a kind word.
But don’t worry, the girl is resilient and it all works out right in the end.Â
Source: Mary Webb, Precious Bane (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1981), p. 262
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