"First to take my girl and hug her before my very eyes, and then, when the mischief is done, to ask my consent to your suit!" and he rushed at them like a charging bull.
Cicely rose to fly, then, seeing no escape, took refuge in her lover's arms.

Her infuriated father seized the first part of her that came to his hand, which chanced to be one of her long brown plaits of hair, and tugged at it till she cried out with pain, purposing to tear her away, at which sight and sound Christopher lost his temper also.
"Leave go of the maid, sir," he said in a low, fierce voice, "or, by God! I'll make you." "Leave go of the maid ?" gasped Sir John.

"Why, who holds her tightest, you or I?
Do you leave go of her." "Yes, yes, Christopher," she whispered, "ere I am pulled in two." Then he obeyed, lifting her into the chair, but her father still kept his hold of the brown tress.
"Now, Sir Christopher," he said, "I am minded to put my sword through you." "And pierce your daughter's heart as well as mine.

Well, do it if you will, and when we are dead and you are childless, weep yourself and go to the grave." "Oh! father, father," broke in Cicely, who knew the old man's temper, and feared the worst, "in justice and in pity, listen to me.

All my heart is Christopher's, and has been from a child.