"At any rate, her words do not touch me; they fall off from me; for I am innocent of all the motives she attributes to me. But still, it is hard to think that any one--any woman--can believe all this of another so easily. It is hard and sad. Where I have done wrong, she does not accuse me--she does not know. He never told her: I might have known he would not!"
She lifted up her head, as if she took pride in any delicacy of feeling which Mr. Thornton had shown. Then, as a new thought came across her, she pressed her hands tightly together:

'Her words do not touch me; for I am innocent of the motives she attributes to me. But still, it is hard to think that any woman can believe all this of another so easily. It is hard and sad. Where I have done wrong, she does not accuse me. He never told her: I might have known he would not!'
She lifted up her head, as if she took pride in Mr. Thornton's delicacy of feeling. Then, at a new thought, she pressed her hands tightly together.
