It had not been understood; it had passed as an awesome episode.

But for me, since hearing of it, she stood evermore convicted out of her own mouth--that lovely mouth which angels might kiss in her hours of joyous serenity; but from whose caress friends would fly, when the passion reigned in her heart and she must break, crush, kill, or go mad.
XXIII AT TEN INSTEAD OF TWELVE Forget the world around you.

Meantime friendship Shall keep strict vigils for you, anxious, active, Only be manageable when that friendship Points you the road to full accomplishment.
_Coleridge_.
"I don't care a rush what you do to me.

If you are so besotted by your prejudices that you refuse to see the nose before your face; if you don't believe your own officer who swore he saw Ranelagh's hands upon my sister's throat, then this world is all a jumble and it makes very little difference to me whether I'm alive or dead." When these words of Arthur Cumberland were repeated to me, I echoed them in my inmost soul.

I, too, cared very little whether I lived or died.
The grand jury reeled off its cases and finally took up ours.