'Thee art sorry what thee said; thee were sore put about, or thee wouldn't have said it.' He was trying to be a peace-maker, and to heal over conjugal differences; but he did not go deep enough.
'I'm not sorry,' said she, slowly.

'I were too deeply wronged to be "put about"; that would go off wi' a night's sleep.

It's only the thought of mother (she's dead and happy, and knows nought of all this, I trust) that comes between me and hating Philip.

I'm not sorry for what I said.' Jeremiah had never met with any one so frank and undisguised in expressions of wrong feeling, and he scarcely knew what to say.
He looked extremely grieved, and not a little shocked.

So pretty and delicate a young creature to use such strong relentless language! She seemed to read his thoughts, for she made answer to them.
'I dare say you think I'm very wicked, sir, not to be sorry.