Terror made me cruel.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.