What does he know of you?
He has read in old musty books about your times, that is all.

What do you care about him, to let yourself be vexed by anything he said?
Isn't it anything to you, that we who know you feel differently?
Don't you care more about what we think of you than what he does who never saw you?
Oh, Mr.West! you don't know, you can't think, how it makes me feel to see you so forlorn.

I can't have it so.

What can I say to you?
How can I convince you how different our feeling for you is from what you think ?" As before, in that other crisis of my fate when she had come to me, she extended her hands toward me in a gesture of helpfulness, and, as then, I caught and held them in my own; her bosom heaved with strong emotion, and little tremors in the fingers which I clasped emphasized the depth of her feeling.

In her face, pity contended in a sort of divine spite against the obstacles which reduced it to impotence.