And, whatever you had done, do you fancy that I could shrink from you?
I said, 'If you weary of your flower-bird you must strike with the hammer;' and if you could do so, do you think I should not feel for your hand to hold it to the last ?" "Hush, Eveena! how can I bear such words?
You might forgive me for any outrage to you: I doubt your easily forgetting cruelty to another.

I have not a heart like yours.

As I never failed a friend, so I never yet forgave a foe.

Yet even I might pardon one of those girls an attempt to poison myself, and in some circumstances I might even learn to like her better afterwards.

But I doubt if I could ever touch again the hand that had mixed the poison for another, though that other were my mortal enemy.".