Hate her?
The Syndic hated her for the hour of anguish through which he had just passed, hated her for the price--he shuddered to think of it--which he must now pay for his life.

He hated her for his present humiliation, he hated her for his future shame.

She seemed to blame for all.
"You took it," Basterga answered, acknowledging her words only by a disdainful shrug, "and gave it to your mother.

Why, I care not.

Now that you see we know so much, will you let us go up!" "No!" She faced him bravely and steadfastly.