"You and your Frenchmen strove to burn us out of Middle Marsh; my brother John struck Hugh de Cressi as though he were a dog and used words toward him that no knave would bear, let alone one better born than we are.

Moreover, afterward once he spared his life, and Grey Dick, standing alone against a crowd, did but use his skill to save us.

Is it murder, then to protect our honour and to save ourselves from death?
And am I wrong to refuse to marry a fine French knave when I chance to love an honest man ?" "And, pray, am I your father, girl, that you dare to scold at me thus ?" shouted Sir John, growing purple with wrath.

"If I choose a husband for you, by what right do you refuse him, saying that you love a Dunwich shop-boy?
Down on your knees and beg my pardon, or you shall have the whipping you have earned." Now Eve's black eyes glittered dangerously.
"Ill would it go with any man who dared to lay a hand upon me," she said, drawing herself up and grasping the dagger in her girdle.

"Yes, very ill, even though he were my own father.