It is in the blood of us all.

But a false move on your part, and I promise you that this knife shall find a resting place in you." He cut the ropes and I was free.

But my arms ached.
The two of us took our stand by the window and waited for the principals in the drama about to be enacted in the clearing.

I confess that my conscience was ill at ease; why, I knew not.

I was dreading something, I knew not what.