Besides, he's an Englishman." "And pray isn't an Englishman a human being ?" Isabel asked.
"Oh, those people They're not of my humanity, and I don't care what becomes of them." "You're very angry," said the girl.

"We've discussed this matter quite enough." "Oh yes, I'm very angry.

I plead guilty to that!" She turned away from him, walked to the open window and stood a moment looking into the dusky void of the street, where a turbid gaslight alone represented social animation.

For some time neither of these young persons spoke; Caspar lingered near the chimney-piece with eyes gloomily attached.

She had virtually requested him to go--he knew that; but at the risk of making himself odious he kept his ground.