It was perhaps a fellow feeling.

I suppose I am a Frenchman after all.

Clubbe always says I am one when I am at the wheel and let the ship go off the wind." Miriam was looking along the dyke, peering into the gathering darkness.
"One of them is coming toward us now," she said, almost warningly.

"Not the Marquis de Gemosac, but the other--the Englishman." "Confound him," muttered Barebone.

"What does he want ?" And to judge from Mr.Dormer Colville's pace it would appear that he chiefly desired to interrupt their tete-a-tete..