“My dear, do not be hard upon me,” said poor St. John; “I acknowledge, indeed, that it was my fault.” “It was not your fault – but I don’t blame anybody. There was illness and weakness, and some people can and some people can’t,” said Cicely, with that mercy and toleration which are always, I fear, more or less, the offspring of contempt. “Let.”

“My dear, do not be hard upon me,” said poor St. John; “I acknowledge, indeed, that it was my fault.” “It was not your fault – but I don’t blame anybody. There was illness and weakness, and some people can and some people can’t,” said Cicely, with that mercy and toleration which are always, I fear, more or less, the offspring of contempt. “Let.”

— Mrs. Oliphant