“I accept your condemnation," I said.”
“Is it a sin to hold something more important than your life? Should I be condemned for that?”
“She now knew her death was inevitable, and with that acceptance came liberation. The courage of the condemned.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything about that, Tabitha," he said quietly. "I only wanted to tell you that your compassion for other people overwhelms me.""Oh." She offered him a tenuous smile. "I’m just used to people condemning everything I do."He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "I don’t condemn you, my lady. I only admire you.”
“He seemed, indeed, to accept everything without the least condemnation though often grieving bitterly.”
“I feel your scorn, and I accept it.”