I have no Friend in the world, and from the restlessness of my destiny I never can acquire one.

Fain would I lay down my miserable life, for I envy those who enjoy the quiet of the Grave: But Death eludes me, and flies from my embrace.

In vain do I throw myself in the way of danger.

I plunge into the Ocean; The Waves throw me back with abhorrence upon the shore: I rush into fire; The flames recoil at my approach: I oppose myself to the fury of Banditti; Their swords become blunted, and break against my breast: The hungry Tiger shudders at my approach, and the Alligator flies from a Monster more horrible than itself.

God has set his seal upon me, and all his Creatures respect this fatal mark!' He put his hand to the velvet, which was bound round his forehead.
There was in his eyes an expression of fury, despair, and malevolence, that struck horror to my very soul.