hardly recall all she had said, but she felt very small and ungenerous.
Now that she had lost him she reviewed her own conduct, and felt that, although Richard had done wrong, she had been unnecessarily harsh. He deserved some punishment to teach him not to err again, but she had been too unforgiving.
Wasn't Dick always gentle and kind to her, and did he not always manfully and tenderly overlook her little mistakes and pettishness? Besides, was she not sure he loved her better than any girl in the world? Then why should she be jealous if he amused himself with those other women who are always so ready to "draw men on."
A woman in love always reproaches herself with being the cause of every lover's jar.
A woman in love invariably blames other women for all the slips made by the man she loves.
