I like a spunky woman, and I hate him.

I'll meet my lady to-night, and you see that my lady's husband finds it out." "Until then," responded Sybilla, folding her mantle closer about her, "remember the hour--eight sharp--and don't keep her waiting.

Before he sleeps to-night the proudest baronet in the realm shall know why his wife deliberately deceived him to meet a strange man by night and by stealth in the park, where her husband had ordered him never to set foot again." She fluttered away in the chill spring twilight with the last words, leaving her fiance gazing after her with an expression that was not altogether unmixed admiration.
"I'll be darned if I ever met the like of you, Miss Silver, in all my travels.

You might be own sister to Lucifer himself for wickedness and revengefulness.

I'll find out what's at the bottom of all this cantankerous spite before I make you Mrs.G.W.Parmalee, or I'll know the reason why.