For upon the continuance and fostering of differences the law-men of all nations thrive and eat their bread with honey thereto.
As my father often said, "Better the stroke of the Red Axe than that of the scrivener's goose-quill.

My solution is kindlier, sooner over, hurts less, and is all the same in the end!" Ysolinde thought a little before she answered me.
"No man ever made me suffer thus before," she said, "though I have seen and known many men.

I am older than you, Hugo, and have travelled in many countries, the lands from which these things came.

But true love, the pain and the pleasure of it, have I never known." She leaned her head on her hand and her elbow on the table, turning thus to look long and intently at me.

I felt oafish and awkward, as Jan Lubber Fiend might have done before the King.