so calculating and determined and ambitious....

That laboratory which I have hated so.

It has always seemed to me the place where some native evil and cruelty in your blood worked out its will...." With a deep-drawn sigh Hylda said to herself: "If I were dying to-morrow, would I say that?
She loved them so--at first must have loved them so; and yet this at the last! And I--oh, no, no, no!" She looked at a portrait of Eglington on the table near, touched it caressingly, and added, with a sob in her voice: "Oh, Harry, no, it is not true! It is not native evil and cruelty in your blood.

It has all been a mistake.
You will do right.

We will do right, Harry.