"And I yielded to the right; simply saying that you gave me pain by insisting upon it," she replied, proudly. "But you seem to have imagined, that I was not merely guided by womanly instinct, but"--and here the passionate tears (kept down for long--struggled with vehemently) came up into her eyes and choked her voice--"but that I was prompted by some particular feeling for you--you! Why, there was not a man--not a poor desperate man in all that crowd--for whom I had not more sympathy--for whom I should not have done what little I could more heartily."
"You may speak on, Miss Hale. I am aware of these misplaced sympathies of yours. I now believe that it was only your innate sense of oppression--(yes; I, though a master, may be oppressed)--that made you act so nobly as you did. I know you despise me; allow me to say, it is because you do not understand me."
"I do not care to understand," she replied, taking hold of the table to steady herself; for she thought him cruel--as, indeed, he was--and she was weak with her indignation.
"No, I see you do not. You are unfair and unjust."

'And I yielded to the right,' she replied, proudly. 'But you seem to have imagined, that I was not merely guided by womanly instinct, but' - and here the passionate tears came up at last into her eyes, and choked her voice - 'but that I was prompted by some particular feeling for you - for you! Why, there was not a poor desperate man in all that crowd for whom I had not more sympathy.'
'Miss Hale, I am aware of all these misplaced sympathies of yours. I now believe that it was only your innate sense of oppression (yes; I, though a master, may be oppressed) that made you act so nobly as you did. I know you despise me; but it is because you do not understand me.'
'I do not care to understand,' she replied, taking hold of the table to steady herself; for she thought him cruel, and she was weak with indignation.
'No, I see you do not. You are unfair and unjust.'
