"I hate you! I hate you!" "Quite likely, my love; but I dare say I shall survive that.

You would rather I didn't come here any more, I suppose, Mrs.Stanford ?" "I never want to see your hateful, wicked face again.

I wish I had been dead before I ever saw it." "And I wish whatever you wish, dearest and best," he said, with a sneering laugh; "if you ever see my wicked, hateful face again, it shall be no fault of mine.

Perhaps you had better go back to Canada.

M.La Touche was very much in love with you last year, and may overlook this little episode in your life, and take you to his bosom yet.