"You didn't harm me in any way--not in any way," she repeated with firmness.
"That's just the way I told mother you'd look at it.

I knew you were always so broad-minded even as a girl.

Then there isn't any reason we shouldn't be friends just as we used to be." Gabriella shook her head, polite but implacable in her refusal.

"It isn't what you did to me, Florrie," she answered gently, "it's what you are that I can't forgive.

I can imagine that a good woman might do almost anything--might even run off with another woman's husband, but you aren't good.