I must have something that I can term exclusively my own by this foray of ours, and I have fixed on the lovely Jewess as my peculiar prize.

But, now thou knowest my drift, thou wilt resume thine own original plan, wilt thou not ?--Thou hast nothing, thou seest, to fear from my interference." "No," replied De Bracy, "I will remain beside my prize.

What thou sayst is passing true, but I like not the privileges acquired by the dispensation of the Grand Master, and the merit acquired by the slaughter of three hundred Saracens.

You have too good a right to a free pardon, to render you very scrupulous about peccadilloes." While this dialogue was proceeding, Cedric was endeavouring to wring out of those who guarded him an avowal of their character and purpose.

"You should be Englishmen," said he; "and yet, sacred Heaven! you prey upon your countrymen as if you were very Normans.