And if I thwart her too far, there is no telling what she may not say or do.

Love and hate in jealous natures such as hers are terribly near akin, and the love may change to burning hatred if once I provoke her too far.
She knows not all, but she knows too much.

She could spoil my hand full well if she did but tell all she knows.

And that jade Joanna, how I hate her! She has been well drilled by that witch Esther, who ought long ere this to have been hanged or burned.

I would I could set the King's officers on her now, but if I did I should have the whole tribe at my throat like bloodhounds, and not even my great age would serve to save me from their fury.
"Ha, ha! ha, ha!" and a sardonic laugh rang through the cave.
"Would that I could wed Joanna to Tyrrel, who would give his soul to call her his.