I wonder if his father's villanies trouble him ?" "I think they must trouble him.

He seems to be sad," said I, intending to be ironical.
My reply was taken seriously.
"I am sorry for him," she said, "it is not right to hate even our enemies.
The Book tells us that." "Yet you hate Lord Rutland," said I, amused and provoked.
Unexpected and dangerous symptoms were rapidly developing in the perverse girl, and trouble was brewing "in Derbyshire." The adjective perverse, by the way, usually is superfluous when used to modify the noun girl.
"Yet you hate Lord Rutland," I repeated.
"Why, y-e-s," she responded.

"I cannot help that, but you know it would be very wrong to--to hate all his family.

To hate him is bad enough." I soon began to fear that I had praised Sir John overmuch.
"I think Sir John is all there is of Lord Rutland's family," I said, alarmed yet amused at Dorothy's search for an excuse not to hate my new-found friend.
"Well," she continued after a pause, throwing her head to one side, "I am sorry there are no more of that family not to hate." "Dorothy! Dorothy!" I exclaimed.

"What has come over you?
You surprise me." "Yes," she answered, with a little sigh, "I certainly have surprised myself by--by my willingness to forgive those who have injured my house.