This little wench has come with me and with me she shall bide." "Liar!" cried the woman; and, stooping her head, she suddenly bit fiercely into the broad brown hand which held her.

He whipped it back with an oath, while she tore herself free and slipped behind Alleyne, cowering up against him like the trembling leveret who sees the falcon poising for the swoop above him.
"Stand off my land!" the man said fiercely, heedless of the blood which trickled freely from his fingers.

"What have you to do here?
By your dress you should be one of those cursed clerks who overrun the land like vile rats, poking and prying into other men's concerns, too caitiff to fight and too lazy to work.

By the rood! if I had my will upon ye, I should nail you upon the abbey doors, as they hang vermin before their holes.

Art neither man nor woman, young shaveling.