Richard Sharpe:
[he's just cornered Rossendale in a wood, broken Rossendale's pistol and sword and and made him write a promissory note]
You're not worth fighting. You want her? I'll sell her to you. What we do where I come from, we take our faithless wives to market, put a rope around their necks and bid for 'em! You pig-bastards do that! My lord?
Rossendale:
[terrified]
I don't know.
Richard Sharpe:
You don't know? I know.
[he takes a length of cord from his saddlebag]
Richard Sharpe:
Here's the rope.
[he throws it at Rossendale, who barely manages to catch it]
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