by Alexandre Dumas

“ I know that you were one of them, my uncle, and that you cried louder than the others: `She must die.' Therefore I warn you, and listen well to my words, that they may be engraved upon your memory, never to be forgotten: this murder, which has robbed me of everything - this murder, which has deprived me of my name - this murder, which has impoverished me - this murder, which has made me corrupt, wicked, implacable - I shall summon you to account for it first and then those who were your accomplices, when I discover them! ”

“ There was a moment of frozen silence between these two.
"Sir," said De Winter, "I thought I had already made you aware that I am weary of this persecution; withdraw, then, or I shall call and have you turned out as you were in London. I am not your uncle, I know you not."
"My uncle," replied Mordaunt, with his harsh and bantering tone, "you are mistaken; you will not have me turned out this time as you did in London - you dare not. As for denying that I am your nephew, you will think twice about it, now that I have learned some things of which I was ignorant a year ago." ”

“ When a man is a robber it is hard to call him nephew whom he has impoverished; when one is a murderer, to recognize the man whom one has made an orphan."
These words produced a contrary effect to that which Mordaunt had anticipated. De Winter remembered the monster that Milady had been; he rose, dignified and calm, restraining by the severity of his look the wild glance of the young man. ”