So no doubt he'll lose it with fewer misgivings.

I am sorry.

Waste, like bloodshed, is a thing abhorrent to me.

But there ye are! I'll have the faggots to the place in the morning, and maybe when he sees the blaze to-morrow night he'll begin to believe that Peter Blood is a man of his word.

Ye may go, Don Francisco." The Deputy-Governor went out with dragging feet, followed by guards, his momentary truculence utterly spent.
But no sooner had he departed than up leapt Cahusac, who had been of the council assembled to receive the Admiral's answer.