To Dover then?
Evening falls, and if we go gently it will be dark before we reach the town." "Where you will.

I care not," said Barbara, and she folded her cloak so about her face that I could see little more of her than her eyes and her brows.

Here at length was my triumph, as sweet as such joys are; malice is their fount and they smack of its bitterness.

Had I followed my heart, I would have prayed her pardon.

A sore spirit I had impelled her, my revenge lacked justice.