'Good God! a girl worth fifty thousand and more a year to throw herself away upon a fellow like that--she ought to be whipped.' 'Time must NOT show!' said Dare.
'You speak with emphasis.' 'I have reason.

I would give something to be sure on this point, one way or the other.

Let us wait till the dance is over, and observe them more carefully.

Horensagen ist halb gelogen! Hearsay is half lies.' Sheet-lightnings increased in the northern sky, followed by thunder like the indistinct noise of a battle.

Havill and Dare retired to the trees.
When the dance ended Somerset and his partner emerged from the tent, and slowly moved towards the tea-house.