Isabella.
The brightness of Isabella’s yellow hair, and the whiteness of her skin.... her dainty elegance,
and the fondness all the family exhibit for her.
He’s not a human being and he has no claim on my charity.
Since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
I love him more than ever you loved Edgar, and he might love me, if you would let him.
I’m certain you don’t.
Yet, I assure you, a tiger or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which
he wakens.
I do hate him.
I have nothing to forgive her, Ellen....however, we are eternally divided.
Lying fiend...monster.
The single pleasure I can imagine is to die, or to see him dead.
Catherine had an awfully perverted taste to esteem him so dearly, knowing him so well.
The brightness of Isabella’s yellow hair, and the whiteness of her skin.... her dainty elegance,
and the fondness all the family exhibit for her.
He’s not a human being and he has no claim on my charity.
Since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
I love him more than ever you loved Edgar, and he might love me, if you would let him.
I’m certain you don’t.
Yet, I assure you, a tiger or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which
he wakens.
I do hate him.
I have nothing to forgive her, Ellen....however, we are eternally divided.
Lying fiend...monster.
The single pleasure I can imagine is to die, or to see him dead.
Catherine had an awfully perverted taste to esteem him so dearly, knowing him so well.
