The world hates you, and this girl--the tenderest, most loving heart on earth--dreads you as her most relentless enemy.

If I were in your place, my lord, I would fall upon my sword." Beaten by his wife's just fury, this great war hero walked back to his chair, and the duchess tenderly lifted Mary to the divan.
"He will not strike you, child," said Margaret.

Then she fell to kissing Yolanda passionately, and tears came to her relief.
Poor Yolanda buried her face in her mother's breast and tried to smother her sobs.

Charles sat mumbling blasphemous oaths.

At the expiration of half an hour, a page announced the Bishop of Cambrai and other gentlemen.