He appreciates my talents and wisdom, but does not understand my heart. Little does he know that my heart is my only pride, and it is the only source of everything, all strength, all blessings, and the source of all misfortunes. Alas, the knowledge I have is available to everyone; but my heart is unique to me. ——Goethe, "The Sorrows of Young Werther"
A fire burned away Mary's future, and she wandered alone in the slums, living by stealing and begging.
Until she met that strange man one time, Mary's life started running wildly like a runaway carriage.