You had fooled me, I thought; even in that hour I imagined you were fooling me; you made light of me; and my sufferings were naught to you so that I might give you some amusement to pass the leisure and monotony of your sojourn with us." "Roxalanne--my poor Roxalanne!" I whispered.
"Then my bitterness and sorrow all turned to anger against you.

You had broken my heart, and I thought that you had done it wantonly.

For that I burned to punish you.

Ah! and not only that, perhaps.

I think, too, that some jealousy drove me on.