"It is true," said Deronda, "that the consciousness of having done wrong is something deeper, more bitter. I suppose we faulty creatures can never feel so much for the irreproachable as for those who are bruised in the struggle with their own faults. It is a very ancient story, that of the lost sheep--but it comes up afresh every day."
"That is a way of speaking--it is not acted upon, it is not real," said Gwendolen, bitterly. "You admire Miss Lapidoth because you think her blameless, perfect. And you know you would despise a woman who had done something you thought very wrong."
"That would depend entirely upon her own view of what she had done," said Deronda.
"You would be satisfied if she were very wretched, I suppose," said Gwendolen, impetuously.

"It is true," said Deronda, "that the consciousness of having done wrong is deeper and more bitter. I suppose we faulty creatures feel the most for those who struggle with their own faults. It is a very ancient story, that of the lost sheep."
"That is a way of speaking - it is not real," said Gwendolen, bitterly. "You admire Miss Lapidoth because you think her blameless. You would despise a woman who had done something you thought very wrong."
"That would depend entirely upon her own view of what she had done," said Deronda.
"You would be satisfied if she were very wretched, I suppose," said Gwendolen, impetuously.
