"Oh, don't imagine it! He has no bitterer enemy in the world! My uncle is a hard, unforgiving man.

I believe that it was nothing but the hope of taking and hanging Captain Blood that made my uncle leave his Barbados plantations to accept the deputy-governorship of Jamaica.

Captain Blood doesn't know that, of course...." She paused with a little gesture of helplessness.
"I can't think that it would make the least difference if he did," said his lordship gravely.

"A man who can forgive such an enemy as Don Miguel and take up this uncompromising attitude with me isn't to be judged by ordinary rules.

He's chivalrous to the point of idiocy." "And yet he has been what he has been and done what he has done in these last three years," said she, but she said it sorrowfully now, without any of her earlier scorn.
Lord Julian was sententious, as I gather that he often was.