But that second wrong is more excusable.

I am more sinful than you, Tina; I have often had very bad feelings towards Captain Wybrow; and if he had provoked me as he did you, I should perhaps have done something more wicked.' 'O, it was not so wrong in him; he didn't know how he hurt me.

How was it likely he could love me as I loved him?
And how could he marry a poor little thing like me ?' Maynard made no reply to this, and there was again silence, till Tina said, 'Then I was so deceitful; they didn't know how wicked I was.
Padroncello didn't know; his good little monkey he used to call me; and if he had known, O how naughty he would have thought me!' 'My Tina, we have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves, we should not judge each other harshly.

Sir Christopher himself has felt, since this trouble came upon him, that he has been too severe and obstinate.' In this way--in these broken confessions and answering words of comfort--the hours wore on, from the deep black night to the chill early twilight, and from early twilight to the first yellow streak of morning parting the purple cloud.

Mr.Gilfil felt as if in the long hours of that night the bond that united his love for ever and alone to Caterina had acquired fresh strength and sanctity.