"I should be inclined to charge something for a joke made at my own expense, where the loss was so considerable." "You don't look of a very revengeful disposition, neither," returned the chaplain, critically.
"I have never experienced the feeling of revenge," answered the young man, frankly; "but I know what it is to feel wronged, and I think it is lucky that it is the law, and not an individual, that has done me the mischief--one can't have a vendetta against the law, you know.

But, if it were a man, ay, though he were my own flesh and blood, he should pay for it--yes, sevenfold.

I would not put up with injustice from any human being; and where I could, if the law would not help me, I would right myself with the strong hand." It was curious to see the effect which this objectless passion wrought upon the young man's face, and even figure.

His lithe limbs seemed to grow rigid; his right hand was clenched convulsively; his handsome Spanish countenance was lit up with a sort of dusky glow.
"My dear young friend," said the chaplain, quietly, "my profession, perhaps, ought to suggest to me some serious arguments against the disposition which you so unmistakably evince; but I will confine myself to saying that such a temper as yours is not to be kept for nothing.

It is only men in your father's position who can indulge themselves in such a luxury, I do assure you.