"In lawless hands, indeed, but not in those of love!" answered the hag; "love will sooner visit the regions of eternal doom, than those unhallowed vaults.--No, with that at least I cannot reproach myself--hatred to Front-de-Boeuf and his race governed my soul most deeply, even in the hour of his guilty endearments."
Nem, ezzel az eggyel nem vádolhatom magam. Mindig gyűlöltem Front-de-Boeuf urat és minden ivadékát, még akkor is, amikor becézgetett.