Oh yes! There should be no plundering, no irregularity, no disregard of general orders.

He would buy the wine and pay for it--but himself he would fix the price, and see that the monks of Tavora made no profit out of their defenders.
Thus he thought as he considered the map.

Presently, when having taken leave of Fernando Souza--that prince of hosts--Mr.Butler was riding down through the town with Sergeant Flanagan and ten troopers at his heels, his purpose deepened and became more fierce.

I think the change of temperature must have been to blame.

It was a chill, bleak evening.
Overhead, across a background of faded blue, scudded ragged banks of clouds, the lingering flotsam of the shattered rainstorm of yesterday: and a cavalry cloak afforded but indifferent protection against the wind that blew hard and sharp from the Atlantic.
Coming from the genial warmth of Mr.Souza's parlour into this, the evaporation of the wine within him was quickened, its fumes mounted now overwhelmingly to his brain, and from comfortably intoxicated that he had been hitherto, the lieutenant now became furiously drunk; and the transition was a very rapid one.