He was urging his son to marry my daughter with as little regard for what she might think as if she were a slut from off the streets.

It drove me mad to think that I and all that I held most dear should be in the power of such a man as this.

Could I not snap the bond?
I was already a dying and a desperate man.

Though clear of mind and fairly strong of limb, I knew that my own fate was sealed.

But my memory and my girl! Both could be saved if I could but silence that foul tongue.