"Pride and hatred are there, and pomp and misery, too.
Hot iron and cold iron alike take the skin from our lips, and we feel the same sensation if we kiss either; and Anthony's kiss was now the kiss of hatred, as it had once been the kiss of love.
At fifteen she returned home, but when the queen saw how beautiful she was, she became full of spite and hatred towards her.
As time passes my attitude changes; my hatred vanishes.
