Perhaps it was wrong in me to faint and interrupt, it may be, the farther progress of a fair fray.

My apology is, that I cannot bear the sight of blood." "And is this the manner," said her father, "in which you receive my friend after his long absence?
My friend, did I say?
Nay, my son.

He escapes being murdered by a fellow whom I will tomorrow clear this house of, and you treat him as if he had done wrong in dashing from him the snake which was about to sting him!" "It is not my part, father," returned the Maid of Perth, "to decide who had the right or wrong in the present brawl, nor did I see what happened distinctly enough to say which was assailant, or which defender.

But sure our friend, Master Henry, will not deny that he lives in a perfect atmosphere of strife, blood, and quarrels.

He hears of no swordsman but he envies his reputation, and must needs put his valour to the proof.