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There is a superstition regarding that man, and even the worst fanatics would not harm him, so he was set free, and the man Abdu has been reprimanded for interfering with him." "And a good thing too, it will perhaps be a lesson to him and " "Make him hate you the more." "Why hate me the more? He ought to thank me that I have saved him from murdering the poor old man."
Talk about God and praying when I'm to be murdered just because my father drank! I don't want any praying I don't believe in it you just go away and get me some whisky. The Squire might have saved me I wanted to quit from drink and he just told me to get out and I did. I hate him and you." Rivers stood up. "May God help and pity you," he said, and so left him.
"Hold on, old fellow," said he; "I think you are behaving in a most ridiculous fashion; but still; if this is your condition, I suppose that I must submit to it. I hate saying anything about a girl, but, as you say, it is all over Rome, and I don't suppose I can tell you anything which you do not know already. What was it you wanted to know?"
"And what good will that do you?" the lady asked. "Revenge! I hate the rich," Kelson said. "I would do anything to injure them." "You are a Socialist?" "An Anarchist! But come, you see I know all about you and that I have you completely in my power. If once either your husband or Mrs. Calthorpe gets hold of those letters you and your lover would have a very unpleasant time of it."
Tony, sitting on the other side of the fire, leaned forward to reach a burning ember with which to light his pipe, and carelessly puffed at it, while the man stopped talking, and watched him with a look that was fiendish in its expression of hate.
He did hate to go inside that door, even for a minute, and that is all it would take to fly up to that nest and get one of those eggs. Blacky closed his eyes for just a second, and when he did that he seemed to see himself eating one of those eggs. "What are you afraid of?" he muttered to himself as he opened his eyes. Then with a hurried look in all directions, he flew up to the edge of the box.
"Ripon," Ned said, putting his arm in that of the head boy, "I want to tell you a thing that has been in my mind for the last three weeks; mind, I don't say that there's anything in it, and I hate to think harm of any one. There is another thing; he and I ain't good friends.
Upon the whole I think I hate Jawstock worse than Tifto." Lady Mabel was content with her afternoon's work. When they had been at Matching before the Polpenno election, there had apparently been no friendship between them, at any rate no confidential friendship. Miss Boncassen had been there, and he had had neither ears nor eyes for any one else.
The other is to hate and abuse those who differ from us, and to treat their opinions as beneath our contempt. But the difficult thing to do is to tell the whole truth, as we see it, and to do it in love and humility. We are under obligation to tell the truth boldly whatever the outcome may be.
These are the men of the epics. And beside them stand the figures of women great and gracious, women for whose love men die and perish, but who themselves also can hate and love passionately and fiercely.
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