If she should disobey her father, he would kill her with his battle-axe, I verily believe, readily as he would crush a rebellious soldier.

Yet she fears him not, because she is of his own dauntless blood and fears not death itself.

She is to marry the Dauphin of France, and her wishes are of so small concern, I am told that she has not yet been notified.

This terrible man will sell his daughter as he would barter a horse.

She is powerless to move in her own behalf, being bound hand and foot by the remorseless shackles of her birth.