It is not an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth that has moved you; it has not been love of Foorgat Bey; it has been the hatred of the East for the West.

And yet you are a Christian! Has Claridge Pasha not suffered enough, Excellency?
Have you not had your fill of revenge?
Have you not done enough to hurt a man whose only crime was that he killed a man to save a woman, and had not meant to kill ?" "Yet he says in his letter that the thought of killing would not have stopped him." "Does one think at such a moment?
Did he think?
There was no time.

It was the work of an instant.

Ah, Fate was not kind, Excellency! If it had been, I should have been permitted to kill Foorgat Bey with my own hands." "I should have found it hard to exact the penalty from you, madame." The words were uttered in so neutral a way that they were enigmatical, and she could not take offence or be sure of his meaning.
"Think, Excellency.

Have you ever known one so selfless, so good, so true?
For humanity's sake, would you not keep alive such a man?
If there were a feud as old as Adam between your race and his, would you not before this life of sacrifice lay down the sword and the bitter challenge?
He gave you his hand in faith and trust, because your God was his God, your prophet and lord his prophet and lord.