I tell you she looked wondrous standing with her back against that wall, her marble face never wincing when I told her all the lie about young de Cressi's death--which will be holy truth when I get a chance at him--watching me out of those great, dark eyes of hers." "Doubtless, lord, but how did she look when she called you knave and traitor?
I think you said those were her wicked words.

Oh!" he added with a ring of earnestness in his smooth voice, "let this Red Eve be.

At bed or board she's no mate for you.

Something fights at her side, be it angel or devil, or just raw chance.

At the least she'll prove your ruin unless you let her be." "Then I'll be ruined, Nicholas, for I'll not leave her, for a while, at any rate.