He was a splendid fellow, and we were like two brothers.

He himself gave me the safeguard for you and the artist, Moor.

I fastened them on the doors with my own hands, as soon as the fray began.

My swordbearer got the paste, and now may the writing stick there as an honorable memento till the end of the world.

Navarrete was a faithful fellow, who never forgot his friends! How much good that does Lelaps! See, see! He is licking your hands, that means, 'I thank you.'" While Ruth had been washing the dog's wound, and the lansquenet talked of Ulrich, her tearful eyes met the father's.
"They say he cut down twenty-one Walloons before he fell," continued Hans.
"No, sir," interrupted Adam.