"While I live," said Barto, "my enemies have a tolerably active conscience." The absence of personal animosity in him was not due to magnanimity.

He doubted the patriotism of all booksellers.

He had been twice betrayed by women.

He never attempted to be revenged on them; but he doubted the patriotism of all women.

"Use them; keep eye on them," he said.
In Venice he had conspired when he was living there as the clerk of a notary; in Bologna subsequently while earning his bread as a petty schoolmaster.