There was no trace of excitement about the girl.

Her brain was acting with the ease and precision of a perfectly constructed machine.

Sir George, by his violence and cruelty, had made a fiend of this strong, passionate, tender heart.
That was all.
The supper, of course, was quickly finished, and the ladies left the room.
Sir George took to his bottle and remained with it till his servants put him to bed.

I slipped away from him and smoked a pipe in front of the kitchen fire.

Then I went early to my bed in Eagle Tower.
Dorothy went to her apartments.