Whether I reproach, or a cur yelps at him, is all the same to his lordship.

If only a Renneberg or Brederode had been in my place just now, how quickly Wibisma's sword would have flown from its sheath, for he understands how to fight and is no coward.

But I--I?
Nobody would willingly allow himself to be struck in the face, yet so surely as my father was a brave man, even the worst insult could be more easily borne, than the feeling of being held in too slight esteem to be able to offer an affront.

You see, Wilhelm, when the Glipper looked past me--" "Your beard lost its calmness." "It's all very well for you to jest, you don't know--" "Yes, yes, Herr Allerts; I understand you perfectly." "And do you also understand, why I took myself and my sword out of doors so quickly ?" "Perfectly; but please stop a moment with me now.

The doves are fluttering so violently; they want air." The fencing-master stopped his steed, and while Wilhelm was removing the dripping cloth from the little cage that rested between him and his horse's neck, said: "How can a man trouble himself about such gentle little creatures?
If you want to diminish, in behalf of feathered folk, the time given to music, tame falcons, that's a knightly craft, and I can teach you." "Let my doves alone," replied Wilhelm.