I hate this man more than you do.

You need not shake your head like that, for so it is.

Abellino is my mortal foe, and I am his.

You will better understand the amicable relations between us when I tell you that he wishes me to die, and I will not consent, and as in all probability my road to death is much shorter than his, the contest is conducted with very unequal weapons.

On my birthday he sent me a coffin as a present, in the expectation that I should make use of it as speedily as possible.