Nobody shall speak lightly of that name in my presence.

Our family has done her quite enough injury already, I think, and may leave off reviling her now she's down.

I'll shoot any man but you who says a word against her." "Go on, sir, go on," the old gentleman said, his eyes starting out of his head.
"Go on about what, sir?
about the way in which we've treated that angel of a girl?
Who told me to love her?
It was your doing.

I might have chosen elsewhere, and looked higher, perhaps, than your society: but I obeyed you.

And now that her heart's mine you give me orders to fling it away, and punish her, kill her perhaps--for the faults of other people.