Heaven grant that there may be no more of them in the ruins!' And rushing on the second plunderer, he laid him dead with a blow of his dagger, and then turned to the first, whom Bran was holding down by the throat.
'Mercy, mercy!' shrieked the wretch.

'Life! only life!' 'There was a fellow half a mile back begging me to kill him: with which of you two am I to agree ?--for you can't both be right.' 'Life! Only life!' 'A carnal appetite, which man must learn to conquer,' said Raphael, as he raised the poniard.....

In a moment it was over, and Bran and he rose--Where was the girl?
She had rushed back to the ruins, whither Raphael followed her; while Bran ran to the puppies, which he had laid upon a stone, and commenced her maternal cares.
'What do you want, my poor girl ?' asked he in Latin.

'I will not hurt you.' 'My father! My father!' He untied her bruised and swollen wrists; and without stopping to thank him, she ran to a heap of fallen stones and beams, and began digging wildly with all her little strength, breathlessly calling 'Father!' 'Such is the gratitude of flea to flea! What is there, now, in the mere fact of being accustomed to call another person father, and not master, or slave, which should produce such passion as that ?....

Brute habit!....