I have taken blows from him, and smiled; but yesterday in a public place he affronted me, lashed me across the face with his riding-whip, as I still bear the mark.

The man who says I were not justified in having killed him for it is a liar and a hypocrite.

Yet the thought of you, Rosamund, the thought that he was your brother sufficed to quench the rage in which he left me.

And now that by some grim mischance he has met his death, my recompense for all my patience, for all my thought for you is that I am charged with slaying him, and that you believe this charge." "She has no choice," rasped Killigrew.
"Sir John," he cried, "I pray you do not meddle with her choice.

That you believe it, marks you for a fool, and a fool's counsel is a rotten staff to lean upon at any time.