I was two years in a Spanish prison." "In prison ?" Her tone suggested apprehensions in which he had no desire to leave her.
"As a prisoner of war," he explained.

"I was taken fighting with the French--in French service, that is." "But you're a doctor!" she cried.
"That's merely a diversion, I think.

By trade I am a soldier--at least, it's a trade I followed for ten years.

It brought me no great gear, but it served me better than medicine, which, as you may observe, has brought me into slavery.

I'm thinking it's more pleasing in the sight of Heaven to kill men than to heal them.