I will add, too, that I remained for a long time afterwards pleased with the phrase about the benefit from resentment and hatred
in spite of the fact that I almost fell ill from misery.
In fact, it is possible for a third person to be very intimate, nay even to live long in the same house, with a married couple, who have any tolerable discretion, and not even guess at the sour sentiments which they bear to each other: for though the whole day may be sometimes too short for hatred
, as well as for love; yet the many hours which they naturally spend together, apart from all observers, furnish people of tolerable moderation with such ample opportunity for the enjoyment of either passion, that, if they love, they can support being a few hours in company without toying, or if they hate, without spitting in each other's faces.
Something like a presentiment flashed across his mind; he knew that the time had passed away for grands coups entre gentilshommes; but that the feeling of hatred
treasured up in the mind, instead of being diffused abroad, was still hatred
all the same; that a smile was sometimes as full of meaning as a threat; and, in a word, that to the fathers who had hated with their hearts and fought with their arms, would now succeed the sons, who would indeed hate with their hearts, but would no longer combat their enemies, save by means of intrigue or treachery.
About fifteen of the sailors surrounded the Captain, looking with implacable hatred at the vessel nearing them.
That terrible avenger, a perfect archangel of hatred, was still looking.
Finally all the hatred
and maniacal loathing for these awful creatures who had placed me in this horrible place was centered by my tottering reason upon this single emissary who represented to me the entire horde of Warhoons.
All the bearing that the life of Jules de Vac has upon the history of England hinges upon but two of his many attributes --his wonderful swordsmanship and his fearful hatred
for his adopted country.
They slunk away a few yards and squatted upon their haunches, hatred and baffled hunger gleaming from their savage eyes.
He knew that they but waited for the time when he should be helpless, or when their hatred should rise to such a height as to submerge their cringing fear of him.
He loved the woman with a love as absorbing as the hatred
he later felt for all women.
"He!" cried Albert; "yes, it is indeed he who has so long pursued my father with jealous hatred. He, the man who would be popular, cannot forgive the Count of Morcerf for being created a peer; and this marriage broken off without a reason being assigned -- yes, it is all from the same cause."
Danglars accompanied him to the door, where he again assured Albert that no motive of personal hatred had influenced him against the Count of Morcerf.