I have heard about you at times, cousin.

I have heard it said that you cannot be trusted.

Now, I don't know if that is so.
I don't believe it myself.

Only, listen; if it should be true, and I should find you out, by God! I will have you cut into rimpis with afterox _sjambocks_, and then shoot you and send in your carcase as a present to the English." As he spoke thus he leaned forward, brought down his fist upon the deal table with a bang that produced a most unpleasant effect upon poor Hans's nerves, and a cold gleam of sudden ferocity flickered in the small eyes, very discomforting for a timid man to behold, however innocent he knew himself to be.
"I swear----" he began to babble.
"Swear not at all, cousin; you are an elder of the church.

There is no need for it, besides.