See, I turn it; so that they cannot see you.

At least you will find I have but told you the truth." "No!" cried Mabel, violently.

"I will not spy upon my husband at the dictation of his treacherous friend." Sir Charles vanished.

He was no sooner gone than Mrs.Vane crouched, trembling, and writhing with jealousy, in the large, high-backed chair.
She heard her husband and the _soi-disant_ Lady Betty Modish enter.
During their absence, Mrs.Woffington had doubtless been playing her cards with art; for it appeared that a reconciliation was now taking place.

The lady, however, was still cool and distant.