And yet," she went on passionately, "I may sit trembling and heart-sick for a whole day alone that you may carry out your purpose.

I may receive the only real sting your lips have given, because I could not bear that pain without crying.

And so with everything.

It is not that I must not suffer pain, but that the pain must not come from without.

Your lips would punish a fault with words that shame and sting for a day, a summer, a year; your hand must never inflict a sting that may smart for ten minutes.
And it is not only that you do this, but you pride yourself on it.
Why?
It is not that you think the pain of the body so much worse than that of the spirit:--you that smiled at me when you were too badly bruised and torn to stand, yet could scarcely keep back your tears just now, when you thought that I had suffered half an hour of sorrow I did not quite deserve.