He closed on it till he felt it crunching in his own and saw that the face of Barode Barouche was like that of one in a chair of torture.

He squeezed, till from Barouche's lips came a gasp of agony, and then he let go.
"You've had my love-clasp, m'sieu'," Denzil said with meaning, "and when you want it again let me know.

It's what M'sieu' Carnac will do with you to-morrow night.

Only he'll not let go, as I did, before the blood comes.

Don't be hard on those under you, m'sieu'.