She tried to look witheringly upon him, but it seemed to have no effect. ‘You are the declared enemy of all Spaniards, señor, and well I know it.’ ‘But I have it in mind, sweetheart, to make an Englishwoman of you,’ said Beauvallet frankly. She was fairly taken aback. She gasped, flushed, and clenched her little hands. ‘Now where’s that dagger?’ said Beauvallet, watching her in some amusement.
