"I do then utterly despise, scorn, and abominate him, and all such as him.

I can conceive nothing in human form more deplorably low, more pitiably degraded, than such a poor subservient slave as he was." "There, Westerman, you are grossly wrong," said Santerre.

"Your cowardly Marquis, run-fling from the throne which he pretends to reverence, but does not dare to protect; whose grand robes and courtly language alone have made him great; who has not heart enough even to love the gay puppets who have always surrounded him, or courage enough to fight for the unholy wealth he has amassed: this man I say is contemptible.

Such creatures are as noxious vermin, whom one loathes, and loathing them destroys.

You no less destroy the tiger, who ravages the green fields which your labour has adorned; who laps the blood of your flocks, and threatens the life of your children and servants, but you do not despise the tiger; you keep his hide, as a monument of your victory over a brave and powerful enemy.