"'Tis a lie! She was ever a bigger devil than any other, though she was but a handsome wench.

Jack himself could not manage her.

She beat him, and would beat him now.

'Tis a lie!" All through that day and night the power of her Grace's white arm was the thing which saved him from dashing out his brains.

The two men could not have held him, and at his greatest frenzy they observed that now and then his bloodshot eye would glance aside at the beauteous face above him.