I did not look to see; I looked at the Scotchman with his sword, for if I had not, I should have been dead, not he.

But she was certainly frightened when the fellow caught hold of her, for then she called for me loud enough." "And what is that?
What woman in London would not call for such a one as Peter Brome in her trouble?
Well, you must ask her, and that soon, if you can find the words.

Take a lesson from that Spanish don, and scrape and bow and flatter and tell stories of the war and turn verses to her eyes and hair.

Oh, Peter! are you a fool, that I at my age should have to teach you how to court a woman ?" "Mayhap, Sir.

At least I can do none of these things, and poesy wearies me to read, much more to write.