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`` Wilfred , '' she said , `` as you value my happiness , as you value your own happiness , here and hereafter , do not refuse . Roger , '' she continued , turning to me , `` great as has been your misery and loneliness , it has not been nearly as great as mine . Oh , if you have suffered for your sin , I have suffered a thousand times more for mine . Morning , noon and night , I have had no rest , no comfort . When I married your father I promised that , God helping me , I would do my duty by you , but as soon as Wilfred was born I hated you , and I vowed that he should be Trewinion 's heir and not you . No one but Wilfred knows how I have schemed , deceived , sinned for him , and now , when I am getting old and am yearning for love , he , my only son , has turned against me . Oh , I might have known that the harvest of my sin could not bring happiness ; but I loved him so , and trusted him so fully .