Our leeches extract salves from bitter gall and deadly poisons; and folks like these--" "Hatred speaks in thee," said the haruspex, interrupting the indignant old man.
"Hatred!" he retorted, and his lips quivered.

"Hatred ?" and he struck his breast with his clenched hand.

"It is true, it is no stranger to this old heart.

But open thine ears, O haruspex, and all you others too shall hear.

I recognize two sorts of hatred.