"No; I want to say something, and I can't stay long," said Gwendolen, speaking quickly in a subdued tone, while she walked forward and rested her arms and muff on the back of the chair he had pushed away from him. "I want to tell you that it is really so--I can't help feeling remorse for having injured others. That was what I meant when I said that I had done worse than gamble again and pawn the necklace again--something more injurious, as you called it. And I can't alter it. I am punished, but I can't alter it. You said I could do many things. Tell me again. What should you do--what should you feel if you were in my place?"
The hurried directness with which she spoke--the absence of all her little airs, as if she were only concerned to use the time in getting an answer that would guide her, made her appeal unspeakably touching.
Deronda said, "I should feel something of what you feel--deep sorrow."

"No; I want to say something, and I can't stay long," said Gwendolen, speaking quickly and quietly, while she walked forward and rested her arms on the back of a chair. "I want to tell you that it is so - I can't help feeling remorse for having injured others. That was what I meant when I said that I had done worse than gamble again. And I can't alter it. I am punished, but I can't alter it. You said I could do many things. Tell me again. What should you do - what should you feel if you were in my place?"
The hurried directness with which she spoke - the absence of all her little airs - made her appeal unspeakably touching.
Deronda said- "I should feel what you feel: deep sorrow."
