Your father counsels us to yield the city to the Spaniards, and promises a pardon from the King.

You cannot doubt the answer, after what you have heard in this place." "There is but one," cried Van Hout, in the midst of reading the letter.
"Tear the thing up and make no reply." "Ride home, in God's name," added Janus Dousa.

"But wait, I'll give you something more for Valdez." "Then you will vouchsafe no reply to my father's letter ?" asked Nicolas.
"No, Junker.

We wish to hold no intercourse with Baron Matanesse," replied the commissioner.

"As for you, you can return home or wait here; just as you choose." "Go to your cousin, Junker," said Janus Dousa kindly; "it will probably be an hour before I can find paper, pen and sealing wax.