He has written himself here, and the damned writing is perpetually and legibly before my eyes.

He has put a brand, a Cain-like, accursed brand upon my face, the language of which can not be hidden from men; and yet you ask me if I know the executioner?
Can I forget him?
If you think so, Munro, you know little of Guy Rivers." The violence of his manner as he spoke well accorded with the spirit of what he said.

The landlord, with much coolness and precision, replied:-- "I confess I do know but little of him, and have yet much to learn.

If you have so little temper in your speech, I have chosen you badly as a confederate in employments which require so much of that quality.

This gash, which, when healed, will be scarcely perceptible, you speak of with all the mortification of a young girl, to whom, indeed, such would be an awful injury.