I would have sworn to her that while I lived I never should fight.

Eh, that's so!" "Allons!" said Iberville impatiently, yet grasping the arm of the woodsman kindly.
The abbe once more went on: "When she had ended questioning I said to her: 'And what message shall I give from you ?' 'Tell him,' she answered, 'by the right of lifelong debt I ask for peace.' 'Is that all ?' said I.'Tell him,' she added, 'I hope we may meet again.' 'For whose sake,' said I, 'do you ask for peace ?' 'I am a woman,' she answered, 'I am selfish--for my own sake.'" Again the priest paused, and again Iberville urged him.
"I asked if she had no token.

There was a flame in her eye, and she begged me to excuse her.

When she came back she handed me a little packet.

'Give it to Monsieur Iberville,' she said, 'for it is his.