Not another word did they now speak, only their panting sobs were to be heard like the snorting of two wild boars as they dragged and dashed each other up and down on the sward.
"I was obliged to restrain Mariora violently from rushing to her husband's assistance.

She would only have distracted his attention.

And besides I would not have it so.

Let the men fight it out, I thought.
They are a well matched pair." "Then you still love Fatia Negra ?" enquired Henrietta sadly.
The girl blushed.--"I love him, yes,--and therefore he must die." She went on: "'At that moment he was like a magician battling with a giant.

The other was half a head taller than he, and the muscles of his arms stood out like the rugged bark of an oak's trunk.