“My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. "
"I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor
mother's account than my own. Some of
your sex, I mean. The poor wretch, driven by
desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more
beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. She did not understand the note of hostility to men that
ran through it all, the bitter vindictiveness that lit Miss Miniver’s cheeks and
eyes, the sense of some at last insupportable wrong slowly accumulated. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something
enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite
relief.
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