Indeed, I don't deserve it.

You would not give it me if you knew how naughty I am." These broken sentences were by both mother and son altogether misinterpreted.

The mother, now hearing for the first time of Godfrey's present, was filled with jealousy, and began to revolve thoughts of dire disquietude: was the hussy actually beginning to gain her point, and steal from her the heart of her son?
Was it in the girl's blood to wrong her?
The father of her had wronged her: she would take care his daughter should not! She had taken a viper to her bosom! Who was _she_, to wriggle herself into an old family and property?
Had _she_ been born to such things?
She would teach her who she was! When dependents began to presume, it was time they had a lesson.
Letty could not bear the sight of the books and their shelves; the very beauty of the bindings was a reproach to her.

From the misery of this fresh burden, this new stirring of her sense of hypocrisy, she began to wish herself anywhere out of the house, and away from Thornwick.

It was torture to her to think how she had deceived Cousin Godfrey at the hut; and throughout the night, across the darkness, she felt, though she could not see, the books gazing at her, like an embodied conscience, from the wall of her chamber.