If some one does not take pity on her, she will starve soon." "Take pity on her! Do not we all take pity on her ?" "No," said Josef Balatka, turning angrily against his nephew; "not a scrap of pity--not a morsel of love.

You cannot rid yourself of her quite--of her or me--and that is your pity." "You are wrong there." "Very well; then let me be wrong.

I can understand what is before my eyes.

Look round the house and see what we are coming to.

Nina at the present moment has not got a florin in her purse.