justifi

Updated: May 13, 2025

She glided rapidly up and down the room, as was mostly her habit hen excited, her hands hanging clasped in front of her, as she thought and in part expressed in broken words: O, I hate her, yet I don't mean that I hate her, for it is grievous and wicked; and yet I hate her a little! yes, my flesh insists upon hating her, whether my spirit is willing or no!... If she had only lived, I could ave been angry and cruel towards her with some justifi- cation; but to be vindictive towards a poor dead woman recoils upon myself.

Thomas Hardy - Far from the Madding Crowd