"Was she, indeed, given up to possession?
Was not this the old stinging hatred which had prompted so many crimes?
The hatred of all sweet virtues which might win the love denied to us?
The old anger that wrought in the elder brother's heart, till it ended in the murder of the gentle Abel, while yet the world was young ?" "Oh, God! help me! I did not know I was so wicked," cried Jemima aloud in her agony.

It had been a terrible glimpse into the dark, lurid gulf--the capability for evil, in her heart.

She wrestled with the demon, but he would not depart; it was to be a struggle whether or not she was to be given up to him, in this her time of sore temptation.
All the next day long she sat and pictured the happy strawberry gathering going on, even then, in pleasant Scaurside Wood.

Every touch of fancy which could heighten her idea of their enjoyment, and of Mr Farquhar's attention to the blushing, conscious Ruth--every such touch which would add a pang to her self-reproach and keen jealousy, was added by her imagination.

She got up and walked about, to try and stop her over-busy fancy by bodily exercise.