However, it was evident, yesterday, that my lady had never set eyes on him before; but I did fancy, for an instant, she somehow recognized that picture." "What picture ?" asked the baronet, sharply.
"That last portrait he showed her," Miss Silver answered.

"Yet that may have been only fancy, too." "Then, Miss Silver, have the goodness to indulge in no more such fancies.

I don't care to hear your suspicions and surmises, and I don't choose to have my wife so minutely watched.

As for this too inquisitive Yankee, he had better cease his questions, if he wishes to quit England with sound bones!" He arose angrily from the table, swept his letters together, and left the room.

But his face wore a deep-red flush, and, his bent brows never relaxed.