“I don’t know,” said Martin “what scales your Pangloss would use to weigh the misfortunes of mankind, and set a value on their sufferings.”
The first objects they saw there were Miss Cunégonde and the old woman, who were hanging out some tablecloths on a line to dry.
“If I followed the impulses of my anger, I would kill you again.” “You mayest kill me again,” said the Baron, “but you will not marry my sister while I am living.”