"Good Heavens!" he exclaimed; "our destinies exactly resemble each other! We are both supremely wretched men.

David, I can restrain myself no longer; I must positively embrace you!" I resisted to the best of my ability--but he was the stronger man of the two.

His long arms almost strangled me; his bristly mustache scratched my cheek.

In my first involuntary impulse of disgust, I clenched my fist.
Young Mr.Keller never suspected (my English brethren alone will understand) how very near my fist and his head were to becoming personally and violently acquainted.

Different nations--different customs.