She had an infinite hope that she should never do anything wrong.

She had resented so strongly, after discovering them, her mere errors of feeling (the discovery always made her tremble as if she had escaped from a trap which might have caught her and smothered her) that the chance of inflicting a sensible injury upon another person, presented only as a contingency, caused her at moments to hold her breath.

That always struck her as the worst thing that could happen to her.

On the whole, reflectively, she was in no uncertainty about the things that were wrong.

She had no love of their look, but when she fixed them hard she recognised them.