Doubtless, he had many thoughts and memories and associations in common with them.

Doubtless, people would smile a little and pity the young countess.

And Beatrice resented pity and the thought of it.

She would rather pity others.
Evil thoughts crossed her young brain, and she said to herself that she might perhaps be revenged upon the world for what she was suffering, for the pain that had already come into her young life, for the wretched years she anticipated in the future, for her mother's horrible logic which had forced her into the marriage, above all for San Miniato's cleverly arranged scene by which the current of her existence had been changed.

San Miniato had perhaps gone too far when he had said that Beatrice was kind.