Cloth is viler than cotton! And don't they call these creatures sn-snips?
Some word of that sort ?' 'It makes little difference what they are called.' 'Well, aunt, I sincerely thank you.

As this subject seems to interest you, go and see Mama, now.

She can tell you a great deal more: and, if you want her authority, come back to me.' Rose then left her aunt in a state of extreme indignation.

It was a clever move to send Mrs.Shorne to Lady Jocelyn.

They were antagonistic, and, rational as Lady Jocelyn was, and with her passions under control, she was unlikely to side with Mrs.Shorne.
Now Rose had fought against herself, and had, as she thought, conquered.
In Portugal Evan's half insinuations had given her small suspicions, which the scene on board the Jocasta had half confirmed: and since she came to communicate with her own mind, she bore the attack of all that rose against him, bit by bit.