You're your mother's own brat." "Yes, I am," she cried.

"And I'm proud of it!" She turned from him, was walking rapidly away.
"Come with me!" ordered Warham, following and seizing her by the arm.
"No," said Susan, wrenching herself free.
"Then I'll call a policeman and have you locked up." Uncle and niece stood regarding each other, hatred and contempt in his gaze, hatred and fear in hers.
"You're a child in law--though, God knows, you're anything but a child in fact.

Come along with me.

You've got to.

I'm going to see that you're put out of harm's way." "You wouldn't take me back to Sutherland!" she cried.
He laughed savagely.