But I know not how it is, I fear that girl.

Her moral ascendency, as they call it, is so dreadful to me, that I often feel as if I hated her.

What right has she to subjugate a spirit like mine, by the influence of her sense of honor and her virtuous principles?
or to school me to my face by her example?
I am not a man disposed to brook inferiority, yet she sometimes makes me feel as if I were a monster.

However, she is a fool, and talks of happiness as if it were anything but a chimera or a dream.

Is she herself happy?
I would be glad to see the mortal that is.