I don't know much of her story, but I have heard some of it, and it didn't sound like what you have said.

As to her being in the Harmon house--" Sophia stopped.
"Do you mean to say," asked Alec, "that she has been living here all the time quite openly ?" "Yes--that is, she has given a false name, it seems, but, Mr.
Trenholme--" "If she has lied about her name, depend upon it she has lied about everything else.

I wouldn't want you to go within ten feet of her." Although the fallacy of such argument as Alec's too often remains undetected when no stubborn fact arises to support justice, Sophia, with her knowledge of Eliza, could not fail to see the absurdity of it.

Her mind was dismayed at the thought of what the girl had apparently done and concealed, but nothing could make her doubt that the Eliza she knew was different from the Sissy Cameron he was depicting.

She did not doubt, either, that if anything would bring out all the worst in her and make her a thousand times more unkind to Bates, it would be the attack Alec Trenholme meditated.