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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from My Aunt Margaret's Mirror by Walter Scott: peck of virtues, one or two little barley-corns of vice. In
particular, it is alleged that we rarely forgive, and never
forget, any injuries received--that we make an idol of our
resentment, as poor Lady Constance did of her grief, and are
addicted, as Burns says, to 'nursing our wrath to keep it warm.'
Lady Bothwell was not without this feeling; and, I believe,
nothing whatever, scarce the restoration of the Stewart line,
could have happened so delicious to her feelings as an
opportunity of being revenged on Sir Philip Forester for the deep
and double injury which had deprived her of a sister and of a
brother. But nothing of him was heard or known till many a year
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