"It is so tame to me.

Clouds of dust, scurry of horses, fanfare of trumpets, thunder of drums, and all for nothing! Bah! I have been in a dozen battles--I--and I am not likely to care much for a sham fight." "Nay, she is unjust to herself," murmured Leon Ramon.

"She gave up the fete to do this mercy--it has been a great one.

She is more generous than she will ever allow.

Here, Cigarette, look at these scarlet rosebuds; they are like your bright cheeks.