She shall know that she's got a master.

She shall find herself cut off from that butterfly life which she hopes to enter.

I'll be her fate, and she shall know it." "By Jove!" cried Hawbury.

"What the deuce is all this about?
Are you mad, or what?
Look here, old boy, you're utterly beyond me, you know.
What the mischief do you mean?
Whom are you going to follow?
Whose fate are you going to be?
Whose track are you talking about ?" "Who ?" cried Dacres.

"Why, my wife!" As he said this he struck his fist violently on the table.
"The deuce!" exclaimed Hawbury, staring at him; after which he added, thoughtfully, "by Jove!" Not much more was said.