I shall be of age in a few months; and you have no rights over me even as a minor.
I have never asked anything of you.

Thanks to Monsieur Moreau, I have never cost you one penny, and I owe you no gratitude.

Therefore, I say, let me alone!" Clapart, hearing this apostrophe, slunk back to his sofa in the chimney corner.

The reasoning and the inward fury of the young man, who had just received a lecture from his friend Godeschal, silenced the imbecile mind of the sick man.
"A momentary temptation, such as you yourself would have yielded to at my age," said Oscar to Moreau, "has made me commit a fault which Desroches thinks serious, though it is only a peccadillo.

I am more provoked with myself for taking Florentine of the Gaiete for a marquise than I am for losing fifteen hundred francs after a little debauch in which everybody, even Godeschal, was half-seas over.