But I don't give myself superior airs.

I don't judge--I just love--and hate.' Her attention followed the bronzed expressive face, so bold in outline, so delicate in detail, with a growing fascination.
'It seems to me you hate more than you love.' He considered it.
'Quite possible.

It isn't an engaging world.

But I don't hate readily--I hate slowly and by degrees.

If anybody offends me, for instance, at first I hardly feel it,--it doesn't seem to matter at all.