The man who eventually married her, got a friend of his, who was called Sygurd, the serpent-killer, to wrestle with her, disguising him in his own armour.

Sygurd flung her down, and won her for his friend, though he loved her himself.

I shall not use a similar deceit, nor employ Jasper Petulengro to personate me--so get up, Belle, and I will do my best to fling you down." "I require no such thing of you, or anybody," said Belle; "you are beginning to look rather wild." "I every now and then do," said I; "come, Belle, what do you say ?" "I will say nothing at present on the subject," said Belle, "I must have time to consider." "Just as you please," said I, "to-morrow I go to a fair with Mr.
Petulengro, perhaps you will consider whilst I am away.

Come, Belle, let us have some more tea.

I wonder whether we shall be able to procure tea as good as this in the American forest.".