It was likely she tried to hate him for his apostacy, but she could not.

Still, her spirit was darkened with scorn and indignation at the act of dishonor which she felt her lover had committed, just as the atmosphere is by a tempest.

In fact, she detested what she considered the baseness and treachery of the vote; but could not of a sudden change a love so strong, so trusting, and so pure as hers, into the passions of enmity and hatred.

No sooner, however, had her father named Hycy Burke with such approval, than the storm within her directed itself against him, and she said, "For God's sake, father, name not that unprincipled wretch to me any more.

I hate and detest him more than any man living he has no good quality to redeem him.
Ah! Hanna, Hanna, and is it come to this?
The dream of my happiness has vanished, and I awake to nothing now but affliction and sorrow.