The change in him evidently puzzled her.
"You sing a new song lately," she said with deliberation.

"Do you want me to think you are out of my power ?" "Think what you please, and be hanged to you!" howled Mr.Walraven.
"I am driven to the verge of madness among you! Mollie Dane and her disappearance, my wife and her cursed taunts, you and your infernal threats! Do your worst, the whole of you! I defy the whole lot!" "Softly, softly," said Miriam, cooling down as he heated up.

"I want an explanation.

You have lost Mollie! How was she lost ?" "Yes--how?
You've asked the question, and I wish you would answer it.
I've been driving myself wild over it for the past few days, but I don't seem to get to the solution.

Can't your Familiar," pointing downward, "help you guess the enigma, Miriam ?" Miriam frowned darkly.
"Do you really intend to say you have not made away with the girl yourself ?" "Now what does the woman mean by that?
What the deuce should I make away with her for?
I liked Mollie--upon my soul I did, Miriam! I liked her better than any one in this house--the little, saucy, mischievous witch! She was on the eve of marrying a baronet, and going to her castle in Spain--I mean in Wales--when, lo! she vanishes like a ghost in a child's tale.