But I taunted him, ridiculed him, loaded him with maledictions, though the saints know they were uttered in idle peevishness of impatience.

I drove him out from my doors, whom I knew so helpless, to take the fate which was perhaps intended for me.
I must avenge him, or be dishonoured for ever.

See, father, I have been called a man hard as the steel I work in.

Does burnished steel ever drop tears like these?
Shame on me that I should shed them!" "It is no shame, my dearest son," said Simon; "thou art as kind as brave, and I have always known it.

There is yet a chance for us.