"Surely, sir, you should take shame to hold the damsel against her will." The man turned a face upon him which was lion-like in its strength and in its wrath.

With his tangle of golden hair, his fierce blue eyes, and his large, well-marked features, he was the most comely man whom Alleyne had ever seen, and yet there was something so sinister and so fell in his expression that child or beast might well have shrunk from him.

His brows were drawn, his cheek flushed, and there was a mad sparkle in his eyes which spoke of a wild, untamable nature.
"Young fool!" he cried, holding the woman still to his side, though every line of her shrinking figure spoke her abhorrence.

"Do you keep your spoon in your own broth.

I rede you to go on your way, lest worse befall you.