was at once converted into matter of wordnetanger. Were the 
which Huckaback then experienced, akin to that which often produces
 of a person whom one has injured? May it be thus accounted for?
That there is a secret  in the mere consciousness of being a
sufferer--a martyr--and that, too, in the presence of a person whom one
perceives to be aware that he has wantonly injured one; that one's
bruised  is soothed by the sight of his --by the
consciousness that he is punishing himself infinitely more severely than
_we_ could punish him; and of the claim one has obtained to the
_sympathy_ of everybody who sees, or may hear of one's , (that
rich and grateful balm to injured feeling.) But when, as in the case of
Huckaback,  of this description (in a coarse and small way, to
be sure, according to his kind) were suddenly encountered by a
consciousness of his having _deserved_ his ; when the martyr
felt himself quickly  into the culprit and offender; when, I say,
Huckaback felt an involuntary consciousness that the gross indignities
which Titmouse had just inflicted on him, had been justified by the
provocation--nay, had been far less than his mischievous and impudent
interference had deserved;--and when  of this