" said Alleyne.
"Surely, sir, you should take shame to hold the damsel against
her will."
The man turned a face upon him which was lion-like in its
strength and in its wrath. With his tangle of golden hair, his
fierce blue eyes, and his large, well-marked features, he was the
most comely man whom Alleyne had ever seen, and yet there was
something so sinister and so fell in his expression that child or
beast might well have shrunk from him. His brows were drawn, his
cheek flushed, and there was a mad sparkle in his eyes which
spoke of a wild, untamable nature.
"Young fool!" he cried, holding the woman still to his side,
though every line of her shrinking figure spoke her abhorrence.
"Do you keep your spoon in your own broth. I rede you to go on
your way, lest worse befall you. This little wench has come with
me and with me she shall bide."
"Liar!" cried the woman; and, stooping her head, she suddenly bit
fiercely into the broad brown hand which held her. He whipped it
back with an oath, while she tore herself free and slipped behind
Alleyne, cowering up against him like the trembling leveret who
sees the falcon poising for the swoop above him.
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