"What are ye roaring and bellowing for?
It is vexing--it is angering, but it is not like death, not even sickness.

Boys will be boys.

He will outgrow that disease: 'tis but skin-deep." But when Ghysbrecht told him that Margaret was a girl of good character; that it was not to be supposed she would be so intimate if marriage had not been spoken of between them, his brow darkened.
"Marriage! that shall never be," said he sternly.

"I'll stay that; ay, by force, if need be--as I would his hand lifted to cut his throat.

I'd do what old John Koestein did t'other day." "And what is that, in Heaven's name ?" asked the mother, suddenly removing her apron.
It was the burgomaster who replied: "He made me shut young Albert Koestein up in the prison of the Stadthouse till he knocked under.