Rossendale:
[confessing the truth of how his sword was broken]
There were no bloody Lancers today. He broke my sword, Witherspoon... .Sharpe.
Witherspoon:
I won't tell.
Rossendale:
Thank you. Well, he got his note for the money. Much good will it do him; I have no money and Jane won't give me any more 'till I marry her. He gave her to me... said he'd sell her, some ghastly country custom that swine sell their wives, Withers. I love her to distraction, you know... more than honor... but to keep her I must kill him. He's a far better man than I, sir... so tomorrow I lose her and my honor.
Witherspoon:
[looks at Rossendale for a moment, then:]
It is to do with honor, isn't it, old chap? Not duels. There is one way you can win all, you know.
Rossendale:
Is there? How?
Witherspoon:
Fight like a blue hero tomorrow.
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