As the letter went on, and as the woman's sense of wrong grew hot from her own telling of her own story, her words became stronger and still stronger, till at last they were almost insolent in their strength.

Were it not that they came from one who did think herself to have been wronged, then certainly they would be insolent.

A sense of injury, a burning conviction of wrong sustained, will justify language which otherwise would be unbearable.

The Duke felt that, and though his ears were tingling and his brow knitted, he could have forgiven the language, if only he could have admitted the argument.

He understood every word of it.