No one helps us, and if we have not a brother to do so, we are groping in the dark.
Look at me.

Here was I, believing that Mr.Carthew, whom I met everywhere in society, was, except that he kept race horses and bet heavily, as good as other men.

He was very pleasant, very good looking, generally liked, and infinitely more amusing than most men one meets.

How was I to tell what he really was?
"On the other hand, there were you, my dear friend, who, I knew, had shown yourself a very brave soldier, and whom also everyone liked and spoke well of, but of whose real character I did not know much, except on the side that was always presented to me; and now I find you capable of what I consider a grand act of generosity." "You overrate the matter altogether, Bertha.

The man shot me by mistake.