A Little Hero

I was conscious of a certain loneliness. There were other children, but all were either much older or younger than I; besides, I was in no mood for them.

it seemed to me as though I were hiding something from every one

. At times I felt as it were abashed, and even resentful of the various privileges of my childish years. At other times a sort of wonder overwhelmed me, and I would go off into some corner where I could sit unseen, as though to take breath and remember something—something which it seemed to me I had remembered perfectly till then, and now had suddenly forgotten, something without which I could not show myself anywhere, and could not exist at all.

. At times I felt as it were abashed, and even resentful of the various privileges of my childish years.

I keep speaking of my age, and of course I was a child, nothing more than a child.

Festivities succeeded one another, and there was no end in sight to the entertainments.