She felt assured that he was mad, and she only pitied him.

She had now too reason to hope that she and her father, and their whole household, would be relieved from their horrible position, and she no longer felt anything like anger against the unfortunate wretch whom uncontrolled passions had absolutely maddened.
Arthur, in his anxiety to see what was going forward, was about to leave the room, but Agatha laid her hand upon his arm to detain him, merely looking towards Denot as she did so.
"And do you think," said Denot, "that puny boy could really stop my way, if I chose to put out my right hand against him.

Boy, I despise and disregard you! would before I die that it might be allowed me to measure arms with any man, who would dare to say that he would advocate your cause!" "Beware the switch, traitor--beware the switch!" repeated the Chevalier.
"Be quiet, Arthur, do not anger him," whispered Agatha.

"It is not generous, you know, to insult a fallen foe." "There are no terms to be kept with a traitor, Agatha.

If we get the better of this, Santerre, as I am sure we shall now, you shall see that I know how to treat a generous foe generously." When Santerre reached the front of the house, he at once saw that any attempt on his part to oppose the crowd of armed peasants who were now close upon him, would be futile.