Before we thought it possible that he could injure us, you had the same violent hatred, and would have destroyed him at the first glance.

There is more in this, Guy, than you have been willing to let out; and I look upon it as strange, to say nothing more, that I should be kept so much in the dark upon the subject." Rivers smiled grimly at the inquiry, and replied at once, though with evident insincerity,-- "Perhaps my desire to get rid of him, then, arose from a presentiment that we should have to do it in the end.

You know I have a gift of foreseeing and foretelling." "This won't do for me, Guy; I know you too well to regard you as one likely to be influenced by notions of this nature--you must put me on some other scent." "Why, so I would, Wat, if I were assured that I myself knew the precise impulse which sets me on this work.

But the fact is, my hate to the boy springs from certain influences which may not be defined by name--which grow out of those moral mysteries of our nature, for which we can scarcely account to ourselves; and, by the operation of which, we are led to the performance of things seemingly without any adequate cause or necessity.

A few reflections might give you the full force of this.