She was mistrustful; she could not be otherwise; for the energy of evil is so much more forcible than the energy of good that she could not help looking still upon her abominable governess as an authority.

How could one have expected her to throw off the unholy prestige of that long domination?
She could not help believing what she had been told; that she was in some mysterious way odious and unlovable.

It was cruelly true--_to her_.

The oracle of so many years had spoken finally.

Only other people did not find her out at once.