in other points, as well as this, I was growing very lenient to
my master:  I was forgetting all his faults, for which I had once
kept a sharp look-out.  It had formerly been my endeavour to study
all sides of his character:  to take the bad with the good; and
from the just weighing of both, to form an equitable judgment.  Now
I saw no bad.  The sarcasm that had repelled, the harshness that
had startled me once, were only like keen condiments in a choice
dish:  their presence was pungent, but their absence would be felt
as comparatively insipid.  And as for the vague something -- was it
a sinister or a sorrowful, a designing or a desponding expression?
-- that opened upon a careful observer, now and then, in his eye,
and closed again before one could fathom the strange depth partially
disclosed; that something which used to make me wordnetfear and shrink,
as if I had been wandering amongst volcanic-looking hills, and had
suddenly felt the ground wordnetfear and seen it gape:  that something,
I, at intervals, beheld still; and with throbbing , but not
with palsied nerves.  Instead of wordnetdesire to shun, I longed only
to dare -- to divine it; and I thought Miss Ingram happy