As to your hating them, I believe in my soul you hate most people; and women like you, with big, flashing black eyes, are apt to be uncommon good haters, too.

But what have they done to you?
I always took 'em to be good friends to you, my girl." "You have read the fable, Mr.Parmalee, of the man who found the frozen adder, and who warmed and cherished it in his bosom, until he restored it to life?
Well, Sir Everard found me, homeless, friendless, penniless, and he took me with him, and fed me, clothed me, protected me, and treated me like a sister.

The adder in the fable stung its preserver to death.

I, Mr.Parmalee, if you ever feel inclined to poison Sir Everard, will mix the potion and hold the bowl, and watch his death-throes!" "Go along with you!" said the American, beginning to collect his traps.
"You're a bad one, you are.

I don't like such lingo--I don't, by George! I never took you for an angel, but I vow I didn't think you were the cantankerous little toad you are! I don't set up to be a saint myself, and if a man knocks me down and pummels my innards out for nothin', I calculate to fix his flint, if I can; but you--shoo! you're a little devil on airth, and that's my opinion of you." "With such a complimentary opinion of me, then, Mr.Parmalee, I presume our late partnership is dissolved ?" "Nothing of the sort! I like grit, and if you've got rayther more than your share, why, when you're Mrs.Parmalee it will be amusing to take it out of you.