I am an avenger." "Forbear your wrongs awhile, I pray you, and drown your resentment in a cup of wine.

As I am a true gentleman! a better bottle than the first! Nay, taste it.

On my credit, it is perfect nectar.

I pledge you in a brimmer; wishing Success may attend you, and Confusion await your Enemies! May you speedily regain your Rights!" "I drink that toast most heartily, worthy Sir," the young man exclaimed, raising his beaded flagon on high.

"Confusion to my Enemies--Restoration to my Rights!" And he drained the goblet to its last drop.
"By this time he must be in a fit mood for my purpose," Sir Francis thought, as he watched him narrowly.