I saw her pleasure....

Then I took it--I took it--I took it! And if I could, I'd take her fortune, too....
I hate her! Oh, how I hate her!" "What!" said the Duke.
"Yes, I do ...

I hate her!" said Sonia; and her eyes, no longer gentle, glowed with the sombre resentment, the dull rage of the weak who turn on Fortune.

Her gentle voice was harsh with rebellious wrath.
"You hate her ?" said the Duke quickly.
"I should never have told you that....

But now I dare....