As God gave it so I will return it to Him again." He stared at her, with something of wonder and more of admiration in his look.
"Christ's truth," he said, "how proud I could be of you, if only you'd let me! I deem your courage comes from your mother, but she never had your shape and beauty.

And now you are the only one left, and you hate me with all your proud heart, you, the heiress of the Claverings!" "Whose estate is this," she answered, pointing to the bare stone walls.
"Think you, my father, that such treatment as I have met with at your hands of late would breed love in the humblest heart?
What devil drives you on to deal with me as you have done ?" "No devil, girl, but a desire for your own good, and," he added with a burst of truth, "for the greatness of my House after I am gone, which will be soon.

For your old wizard spoke rightly when he said that I stand near to death." "Will marrying me to a man I hate be for my good and make your House great?
I tell you, sir, it would kill me and bring the Claverings to an end.

Do you desire also that your broad lands should go to patch a spendthrift Frenchman's cloak?
But what matters your desire seeing that I'll not do it, who love another man worth a score of him; one, too, who will sit higher than any Count of Noyon ever stood." "Pish!" he said.

"'Tis but a girl's whim.