I can't triumph over her, do what I will.

I have her secret and I hold her in my power, but she is prouder than Lucifer himself, and she would let me stand forth and tell all, and if one pleading word would stop me, she would not say it.

'The brave may die, but can not yield!' She should have been a man." She went to the window and drew out her watch; it wanted a quarter of eight.
"In fifteen minutes my lady goes; in fifteen more I shall follow her, and not alone.

I am afraid Sir Everard's slumbers will be rather disturbed to-night." The last yellow gleam of the dying day was gone, and a sickly, pallid moon glimmered dully among drifts of scudding black clouds.

An icy blast wailed up from the sea, and the rocking trees were like dryad specters in writhing agony.