the last supper

With flashing eyes, she stamped upon the ground as if she actually did it. ¡¡¡¡'Look here!' she said, striking the scar again, with a relentless hand. 'When he grew into the better understanding of what he had done, he saw it, and repented of it! I could sing to him, and talk to him, and show the ardour that I felt in all he did, and
he loved me. Yes, he did! Many a time, when you were put off with a slight word, he has taken Me to his heart!' ¡¡¡¡She said it with a taunting pride in the midst of her frenzy - for it was little less - yet with an eager remembrance of it, in which the smouldering embers of a gentler feeling kindled for the moment.