He does not see things as I do: no human soul could see clearly, standing where he stands.
There is a moral warp in his nature, for which he is no more responsible than a tree is responsible for having grown into a crooked shape when it was broken down by heavy stones while it was a sapling.

Oh, how unjust I am to him! I will never think such thoughts of him again.

My darling, my darling! He did not stop to think in his excitement that the money was not his.

I daresay he has already seen it differently." Like waves breaking on a beach, and rolling back again to meet higher waves and be swallowed up in them, these opposing thoughts and emotions struggled with each other in Mercy's bosom.

Her heart and her judgment were at variance, and the antagonism was irreconcilable.