Where's her father, to leave her thus?
Eh, you mug-faced champion, you ?" "Indeed, Judy," said I, taken aback, "'tis a terrible case; but you cannot blame me." "Not blame you! when instead of playing soldier you might have ridden to Toome and brought Turlogh to help us?
Take shame on yourself; and, when you see the maiden weak and white, thank God her death be not on your head.

For dead she would have been, like the brave maid she is, before ever she would have looked at this fellow-countryman of yours.

He thought he had her safe, forsooth, when he whipped her off here and took the key with him.

Fiend! Little wonder if she hates the name of you English!" I grew angry at this, and told her she was a churlish old woman and had best leave me in peace till her temper was better.

So we parted ill friends; I to guard the door, she to carry her waspish tongue where she list..