"Captain Blood.

The girl is in love with him." "Ye're surely mad!" cried Bishop, when he had recovered speech.
"You are justified of the assumption," said his lordship dolefully.

"But I happen to be sane, and to speak with knowledge." "With knowledge ?" "Arabella herself has confessed it to me." "The brazen baggage! By God, I'll bring her to her senses." It was the slave-driver speaking, the man who governed with a whip.
"Don't be a fool, Bishop." His lordship's contempt did more than any argument to calm the Colonel.

"That's not the way with a girl of Arabella's spirit.

Unless you want to wreck my chances for all time, you'll hold your tongue, and not interfere at all." "Not interfere?
My God, what, then ?" "Listen, man.