Harriet had passed through a sickly childhood, and was growing up with a feeble constitution.

Body and mind were alike unhealthy.

Of all the people who came in contact with her, her father alone was blind to her distorted sense of right, her baseless resentments, her malicious pleasures, her depraved intellect.

His affection she repaid with indifference.

At present, the only person she appeared to really like was the servant Sarah, a girl of vicious character.
Harriet had suffered more from Ida's blow than had at first appeared likely.