It was the smile she hated.

It seemed to change his face from the similitude of a benevolent divine to something hard, almost satanic.
"The odds," he continued, "seem heavy, but I have known one man hold his own against four before now.

You may not understand all these different points, but I must tell you this.

All through America, we millionaires, who operate largely upon the markets and control the finances of the country, are hated by the middle classes.

We are hated by the merchants, the fairly well-off people, the labouring classes, and, more than any others, perhaps, by the politicians.