"No less is royalty."
"The French murdered their king, and God sent them a tyrant."
"A tyrant not for France alone. All Europe trembles at the word of the Corsican."
"And your country, the glorious free Republic."
The bitter words forced past my lips: "My country writhes and bends beneath the insults of the fighting bullies, and clutches eagerly at the price of shame,—the carrying trades of the world."
She raised her eyes to mine, grave but no longer scornful. "At last I have found an American!"
"There are others beyond the Alleghanies. We of the West are not sold to the shipping trade."
"No; you do not take by commerce. You have ever been given to taking by force."
"We have conquered the Indian with our rifles, and the wilderness with our axes."
"Yet you turned to your East for it to buy you Louisiana, through a conspiracy with that arch-liar the Corsican!"