On that day, I swore to myself never to believe you again, though you vowed to me, with an oath ever so sacred, that you loved a man.

Well, now, you love a man; but what one, is a matter of indifference.

To-day his name is Thomas, tomorrow Archibald, or Edward as you please!" For the first time the earl drew the veil away from his heart, and let his sister see all the contempt and anger that he felt toward her.
The duchess also felt wounded by his words, as by a red-hot iron.
She sprang from her knees; and with flurried breath, with looks flashing with rage, every muscle of her countenance convulsed and trembling, there she stood before her brother.

She was a woman no more; she was a lioness, that, without compassion or pity, will devour him who has dared irritate her.
"Earl of Surrey, you are a shameless wretch!" said she, with compressed, quivering lips.

"Were I a man, I would slap you in the face, and call you a scoundrel.