But I don't like your looks, Abel; and I don't like the looks of other people when they speak of you and your father.

Remember, we are of the same blood.
Heaven knows its own mysteries! Your father and I were sons of one woman.
That is a tie which we can neither of us escape, if we wanted to.

Why should you ruin yourself ?" "Did you come to propose any thing for me to do, Sir, or only to inform me that you considered me a reprobate ?" asked Abel, half-sneeringly, the smoke rising from his mouth.
Lawrence Newt did not answer.
"I am like other young men," continued Abel.

"I am fond of living well, of a good horse, of a pretty woman.

I drink my glass, and I am not afraid of a card.