I know you! I know you! Other people in this house see you pass, and think that a colourless shadow has gone by.

As for me, I scrutinized your face once, and it sufficed." "You are satisfied that you understand me ?" Without answering directly, he went on, "Were you not gratified when you succeeded in that vaudeville?
I watched you and saw a passionate ardour for triumph in your physiognomy.

What fire shot into the glance! Not mere light, but flame: je me tiens pour averti." "What feeling I had on that occasion, Monsieur--and pardon me, if I say, you immensely exaggerate both its quality and quantity--was quite abstract.

I did not care for the vaudeville.

I hated the part you assigned me.