She answered their gleam with a fierce affirmative glance, whereupon he slowly bent his head and spat upon the floor.
There was yet one more trial of his wild nature.

The mandate came from his master's sick-bed that he must lift the curse.
Bras-Coupe merely smiled.

God keep thy enemy from such a smile! The overseer, with a policy less Spanish than his master's, endeavored to use persuasion.

But the fallen prince would not so much as turn one glance from his parted hamstrings.

Palmyre was then besought to intercede.