I have tried to sell myself, and I cannot, I cannot avail myself of that.

I embitter the life of men when they do not interest me; I am their adversary.

I hate them and they flee from me." But the sailor prolonged his atrociously sinister smile.
"It's a lie," he said again, "all a lie.

Make no further effort....

You will not convince me." As though suddenly reanimated with new force, she rose to her feet:--her face on a level with Ferragut's eyes.