Ah, the wicked beast!..." And he said no more, changing the subject.

Every one evinced the same revulsion on recalling the spy.
Ferragut eventually shared the same sentiments, his brain having divested itself of the contradictory duality which had attended all the critical moments of his existence.

Remembering only her crimes, he hated Freya.

As a man of the sea, he recalled his nameless fellow-sailors killed by torpedoes.

This woman had indirectly prepared the ground for many assassinations....