But he resented those words bitterly. They rung in his ears; and

he was proud of the sense of justice which made him go on in

every kindness he could offer to her parents. He exulted in the

power he showed in compelling himself to face her, whenever he

could think of any action which might give her father or mother

pleasure. He thought that he disliked seeing one who had

mortified him so keenly; but he was mistaken. It was a stinging

pleasure to be in the room with her, and feel her presence. But

he was no great analyser of his own motives, and was mistaken as

I have said.




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