My ears are shut.

You can annoy, you can insult, you cannot move me.

Go.' She stamped: her aspect spat.
Alvan bowed.

Under perfect self-command, he said: 'I will go at once to Clotilde's father.

I may hope, that with a reasonable man I shall speedily come to an understanding.' She retorted: 'Enter his house, and he will have you driven out by his lacqueys.' 'Hardly: I am not of those men who are driven from houses,' Alvan said, smiling.