And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had she been in my place and I in hers, though I hated her with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against her. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished her from him society as long as he desired hers.
The moment him regard ceased, I would have torn her heart out, and drank her blood. But, till then -- if you don't believe me, you don't know me -- till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of her head.