"There are many to pay.

When you crowned yourself with roses and set your foot upon my face, your ladyship thought not of this! When you gave yourself to Dunstanwolde and spat at me, you did not dream that there could come a time when I might goad as you did." She struck Devil with her whip, who leaped forward; but Sir John followed hard behind her.

He had a swift horse too, and urged him fiercely, so that between these two there was a race as if for life or death.

The beasts bounded forward, spurning the earth beneath their feet.

My lady's face was set, her eyes were burning flame, her breath came short and pantingly between her teeth.