What the oppressed want is not freedom from oppression, but the opportunity to become oppressors." Was this only a mood, she wondered, or was it the expression of a profound disappointment?
Sympathy such as John Benham had never awakened overflowed from her heart, and she was conscious suddenly of some deep intuitive understanding of Vetch's nature.

All that had been alien or ambiguous became as close and true and simple as the thoughts in her own mind.

What she saw in Vetch, she perceived now, was that resemblance to herself which the Judge had once turned into a jest.

She discerned his point of view not by looking outside of herself, but by looking within.
"I know," she responded in her rich voice.

"I think I know." He gazed at her with a smile which had grown as tired as the rest of him.