I would rather rot in this dungeon--ay, though it were worse than it is--than owe my liberation to thee.

The sole favour thou canst show me is to rid me of thy presence, which is hateful to me, and chases holy thoughts from my breast, putting evil in their place." "Why should this be so, O friend of my father ?" exclaimed Sir Jocelyn.
"And why should my presence be hateful to you?
There is no man living whom I would less willingly offend than yourself; and in all I have done, where you have been concerned, I have had no free agency.

Judge me not then too harshly.

I commiserate your situation from the depths of my heart, and would relieve it were it possible." "Then wherefore persist in troubling me ?" rejoined Hugh Calveley.

"Have I not good cause for my dislike of you?
You have disappointed the expectations I had formed of you.