I do not know what is.

But excuse me.

He may be a friend of yours." "Oh, no," said Pond, with some confusion in his manner.

"But a very dear friend of mine married him not long since, and for her sake I feel a sort of interest in the man.

I fancied that he was rather wild when under the influence of liquor, but for all, a brave and generous man, when truly himself." "Brave, as brutes are, when he feels he has the power to _kill_ in his hands; but _generous ?_ _Never!_" said Miss Neidic.
"You are his enemy." "No; for he has never done me, personally, an injury; but he has injured friends of mine--sent more than one down to untimely graves." "There, I said it--you are his enemy, because of what he has done to your friends.
"I am _not_ his friend, nor do I wish to be the friend of such a man.
But the enmity of a woman is nothing to him.