She hated him, and he would suffer.

She hated him with all her heart and strength, and he would suffer.

There were balm and sweet satisfaction in the thought.
But presently, dwelling on the matter, she began to relent.

The very completeness of the revenge which she had in prospect robbed her of her satisfaction.

The man was so dependent on her, so deeply indebted to her, must suffer so much by reason of her, that the maternal instinct, which is said to be developed even in half-grown girls, took him under its protection; and when that scene occurred in the public room of the Castle Inn and he stood forward to shield her (albeit in an arrogant, careless, half-insolent way that must have wounded her in other circumstances), she was not content to forgive him only--with a smile; but long after her companion had fallen asleep, Julia sat brooding over the fire, her arms clasped about her knees; now reading the embers with parted lips and shining eyes, and now sighing gently--for 'la femme propose, mais Dieu dispose.' And nothing is certain.
After this, it may not have been pure accident that cast her in Sir George's way when he strolled out of the house next morning.