Might we not render some such verdict as this?
--'Worthy of Death, but not unworthy of Love! '" "Never!" answered Hilda, looking at the matter through the clear crystal medium of her own integrity.

"This thing, as regards its causes, is all a mystery to me, and must remain so.

But there is, I believe, only one right and one wrong; and I do not understand, and may God keep me from ever understanding, how two things so totally unlike can be mistaken for one another; nor how two mortal foes, as Right and Wrong surely are, can work together in the same deed.

This is my faith; and I should be led astray, if you could persuade me to give it up." "Alas for poor human nature, then!" said Kenyon sadly, and yet half smiling at Hilda's unworldly and impracticable theory.

"I always felt you, my dear friend, a terribly severe judge, and have been perplexed to conceive how such tender sympathy could coexist with the remorselessness of a steel blade.