He is my rival and my persecutor; and, at last, as if all this were not enough, he has found means to spread the pestilence in my own family.

You, whom we took up out of charity, the chance-born brat of a stolen marriage! you must turn upon your benefactor, and wound me in the point that of all others I could least bear.

If I were your enemy, should not I have reason?
Could I ever inflict upon you such injuries as you have made me suffer?
And who are you?
The lives of fifty such cannot atone for an hour of my uneasiness.
If you were to linger for twenty years upon the rack, you would never feel what I have felt.

But I am your friend.

I see which way you are going; and I am determined to save you from this thief, this hypocritical destroyer of us all.