He is going to fight instead of the other!" All the moral history of that obscure and violent soul was summed up in the cry in which passionate anxiety for her brother was coupled with a fierce hatred of her husband.

That hatred was the result of a youth and a childhood without the story of which a duplicity so criminal in a being so young would be unintelligible.

That youth and that childhood had presaged what Lydia would one day be.

But who was there to train the nature in which the heredity of an oppressed race manifested itself, as has been already remarked, by the two most detestable characteristics--hypocrisy and perfidy?
Who, moreover, observes in children the truth, as much neglected in practise as it is common in theory, that the defects of the tenth year become vices in the thirtieth?
When quite a child Lydia invented falsehoods as naturally as her brother spoke the truth....

Whosoever observed her would have perceived that those lies were all told to paint herself in a favorable light.