"I know her as a mother knows her first-born." Not one hundred seconds had elapsed between the report of the arquebuse and the placing of Yolanda in my arms; but hardly had Max finished speaking when a dozen ladies crowded about us and took possession of the unconscious princess.
After the duke had set on foot a search for the man who had fired the arquebuse, he came down to the false lists and stood with Hymbercourt and me, discussing the event.

Campo-Basso said that his heart was "sore with grief," and the Italians jabbered like monkeys.

One of them wanted to kiss Max for sparing his kinsman's life, but Max thrust him off with a fierce oath.

The young fellow was in an ugly mood, and if I had been his enemy, I would sooner have crossed the path of a wounded lion than his.

He was slow to anger, but the treachery he had encountered had raised all of Satan that was in him.