Enough that I know this boy--that it is more than probable he knows me, and may bring us into difficulty--that I hate him, and will not rest satisfied until we are secure, and I have my revenge." "Well, well, be not impatient, nor angry.

Although I still doubt that the youth in the house is your late opponent, you may have suffered wrong at his hands, and you may be right in your conjecture." "I am right--I do not conjecture.

I do not so readily mistake my man, and I was quite too near him on that occasion not to see every feature of that face, which, at another and an earlier day, could come between me and my dearest joys--but why speak I of this?
I know him: not to remember would be to forget that I am here; and that he was a part of that very influence which made me league, Munro, with such as you, and become a creature of, and a companion with, men whom even now I despise.
I shall not soon forget his stern and haughty smile of scorn--his proud bearing--his lofty sentiment--all that I most admire--all that I do not possess--and when to-day he descended to dinner, guided by that meddling booby, Forrester, I knew him at a glance.

I should know him among ten thousand." "It's to be hoped that he will have no such memory.

I can't see, indeed, how he should recognise either of us.