"Oh, if ever a woman's soul was tortured----" "You tortured her, did you ?" cried the Englishman, struggling in his father's arms.

"I once thought of meeting you in the field--you--you! I would like to strangle you with my bare hands." "It is just.

I honor monsieur for his rage.

It is true, I love the woman, and----" "Is this the way a gentleman shows his affection ?" roared out the English captain.
"Monsieur forgets that I am almost, not quite, a gentleman." "And there is another score we have to settle with you," cried the Marquis.

"That cursed Eagle--where is it ?" "Before I sought mademoiselle," said Marteau, "I placed it in safety and in such keeping as will watch over it.