There had been something wounded in his eyes; and she had not meant that.
No; a new charity for the hapless had softened her wonderfully within a fortnight's time, and a self-pity, not entirely ignoble, had subdued the brilliancy of her dark eyes, and made her tongue more gentle in dealing with all failings.

Besides, she was not yet perfectly certain what ailed her, never having really cared for any one man before.

No, she was not at all certain.

...

But in the meanwhile she was very sorry for herself, and for all those who drained the bitter cup that might yet pass from her shrinking lips.