"You seek to force a quarrel, sir," said the young man, white with anger.
"So ends our quarrel, then," said Aylward, sheathing his sword.
Very well, then, Sir, you are ill; don't let us quarrel about that.
He cherishes no quarrel, therefore, with his destiny, nor with the Author of it.
The quarrel is not yours nor mine, nor the grievances naither.
Mr. Payne was inclined ...