Half gypsy I am, and half gentlewoman.

A mongrel, I suppose, that makes; and yet it is well to have good blood in one's veins, even on the father's side." There was a sneering emphasis in her words, and the snaky black eyes gleamed like daggers on the baronet.
But that proud face was set and rigid as stone now.

He returned her look with a haughty stare.
"It is a pity the whipping-post has been abolished," he said, harshly.
"Your impertinence makes you a fit subject for it, mistress! Take care we don't commit you to prison as a public vagrant, and teach that tongue of yours a little civility when addressing your betters." "My betters!" the girl hissed, in a fierce, sibilant whisper.

"Why, yes, I suppose a daughter should look upon a father in that light.

As to the whipping-post and prison, try it at your peril! Try it, if you dare, Sir Jasper." Before he could speak the door opened, and Dawson entered with the stretcher.
"Lay her upon it and remove her at once," the rector said.