"Come down to the brook and let me wash the blood off you." Without a word he followed me and I washed his face as gently as I could and did my best to clean his shirt and waistcoat with my handkerchief.
His nose was badly swollen.
"Latour, women have been good to me," I said.

"I've been taught to think that a man who treats them badly is the basest of all men.

I can't help it.

The feeling has gone into my bones.

I'll fight you as often as I hear you talk as you did." He reeled with weakness as he started toward his horse.