She knew that her aunt had high qualities, and yet she hated her aunt.

She was well aware that her aunt was regarded as a shining light by very many good people in the county, and yet she hated her aunt.

She could not but acknowledge that her aunt had been generous to her brother, and was now very generous to her sister, and yet she hated her aunt.

It was now a triumph to her that her aunt had fallen into so terrible a quagmire, and she was by no means disposed to let the sinning old woman easily out of it.
"It is as pretty a specimen," she said, "as I ever knew of malice and eaves-dropping combined." "Don't use such hard words, my dear." "Look at her words to us," said Priscilla.

"What business has she to talk to you about the credit of the family and abominable disgrace?
You have held your head up in poverty, while she has been rolling in money." "She has been very good to Hugh,--and now to Dorothy." "If I were Dorothy I would have none of her goodness.