"I will go to the master and ask redress.

I will sit down before the door and wait for him." "Do what you please," returned the others.

"We will go home." "You have no spirit of honour in you," said the tall boy contemptuously.
He turned his back on them in disdain, crossed the bridge and sat down under the covered way in front of Beroviero's house.

He smeared the blood over his face till he really looked as if he might be badly hurt, and he kept up a low, tremulous moaning.

His nose really hurt him, and as he was extremely sorry for himself some real tears came into his eyes now and then.