Feltre might have saved Ambrose Mallard.

He is, however, right in saying, that the woman with the sentiment of religion in her bosom is a box of holy incense distinguishing her from all other women.

Empty of it, she is devil's bait.

At best, she is a creature who cannot overlook an injury, or must be exacting God knows what humiliations before she signs the treaty.
Informed at the house that her ladyship had been staying up on Croridge for the last two days, Fleetwood sent his hardest shot of the eyes at Gower.

Let her be absent: it was equal to the first move of war, and absolved him from contemplated proposals to make amends.