Bleak House - Charles Dickens

Page 12, 1st paragraph

I felt so different from her, even making every allowance for the differences between a child and a woman; I felt so poor, so trifling, and so off; that I never could be unrestrained with her--no, could never even love her as I wished. It made me very sorry to consider how good she was, and how unworthy of her I was; and I used ardently to hope that I might have a better heart; and I talked it over very often with the dear old doll; but I never loved my godmother as I ought to have loved her, and as I felt I must have loved her if I had been a better girl.