Benoni looked at it a moment, and then with one finger he suddenly whisked the poor little thing into space.

It hurt me to see it, and I knew he must be cruel, for he laughed aloud.

Somehow it would have seemed less cruel to have brushed away the whole trail of insects, rather than to pitch upon this one small tired workman, overladen and forgotten by the rest.
"Why did you do that ?" I asked involuntarily.
"Why?
Why do I do anything?
Because I please, the best of all reasons." "Of course; it was foolish of me to ask you.

That is probably the cause of your presence here.

You would like to hurl my boy Nino from the height he has reached in his love, and to satisfy your cruel instincts you have come here to attack the heart of an innocent girl." I watched him narrowly, and I have often wondered how I had the courage to insult him.