The whole twelve volumes is a little library of itself, and a man who reads it patiently through to the end will easily persuade himself that he is a born murderer.

I recommend the matter to your attention.

Ho, ho, ho!" [Footnote 11: The allusion, no doubt, is to F.G.de Pitaval's "Causes celebres et interessantes."-- TR.] To all this Abellino paid no attention.

"Who can be this woman's lover ?" said he.
"Look around you, my friend, and choose for yourself." "At least I should like to recognize and kill him." "I am absolutely sure I know who her lover is," remarked Kecskerey.
"Who ?" asked Abellino, with sparkling eyes.

"Oh, that man I _should_ like to know!" Kecskerey, who was having rare sport with him, drew his neck down between his shoulders, and continued--"How many times have I not seen you fall upon his neck, and kiss and embrace him!" "Who is it, who is it ?" cried Abellino, catching hold of Kecskerey's arm.
"Would you like to know ?" "I should." "Then it is--her husband." "This is a stupid jest," cried Abellino, quite forgetting himself; "and nobody will believe it.