"Bah, the great pig!" ejaculated the girl above.

"Spit him!" and she spat down on the whilom Hector--who made no great figure now.
"Shall I bring you a slice of him, my dear ?" asked my rakehelly friend, looking up and making his sword play round the shrinking wretch.

"Just a tit-bit, my love ?" he added persuasively.

"A mouthful of white liver and caper sauce ?" "Not for me, the beast!" the girl cried, amid the laughter of the yard.
"Not a bit?
If I warrant him tender?
Ladies' meat ?" "Bah! no!" and she stolidly spat down again.
"Do you hear?
The lady has no taste for you," the tormentor cried.
"Pig of a Gascon!" And deftly sheathing his dagger, he seized the big coward by the ear, and turning him round, gave him a heavy kick which sent him spinning over a bucket, and down against the wall.

There the bully remained, swearing and rubbing himself by turns; while the victor cried boastfully, "Enough of him.