"'My lord!' 'Tis a new game this, and well played, by God!" She did not so much as waver in her look, and her wide eyes smiled.
"Quite new," she answered him--"quite new.

And could I not have played it well and fairly, I would not have touched the cards.

Keep your horse off, Sir John.

Mine is restive, and likes not another beast near him;" and she touched the creature with her whip, and he was gone like a thunderbolt.
The next day, being in her room, Anne saw her come from her dressing-table with a sealed letter in her hand.

She went to the bell and rang it.
"Anne," she said, "I am going to rate my woman and turn her from my service.