What was a boy's whiplash, that his resentment of it; should set all his future life in jeopardy?
Even though men should call him a coward for submitting to it and leaving the insult unavenged, what should that matter?
Moreover, upon the body of him who did so proclaim him he could brand the lie of a charge so foolish.

Sir Oliver raised his eyes to the deep sapphire dome of heaven where an odd star was glittering frostily, and thanked God from a swelling heart that he had not overtaken Peter Godolphin whilst his madness was upon him.
A mile or so below Penryn, he turned up the road that ran down to the ferry there, and took his way home over the shoulder of the hill with a slack rein.

It was not his usual way.

He was wont ever to go round by Trefusis Point that he might take a glimpse at the walls of the house that harboured Rosamund and a glance at the window of her bower.

But to-night he thought the shorter road over the hill would be the safer way.