"Perhaps it is wicked of me, but I think I never _can_ love her again," came as the recurrent burden of poor little Anna's inward monody. And even Mrs. Gascoigne had an angry feeling toward her niece which she could not refrain from expressing (apologetically) to her husband.

And even Mrs. Gascoigne had an angry feeling toward her niece which she could not refrain from expressing to her husband.
