Becky laughed, though in rage and fury. "What! assassinate poor little me?" she said. "How romantic! Does my lord carry bravos for couriers, and stilettos in the fourgons? Bah! I will stay, if but to plague him. I have those who will defend me whilst I am here."

Becky laughed in rage. "What! assassinate poor little me?" she said. "How romantic! Bah! I will stay, if only to plague my Lord. I have people to defend me."
