Yesterday, by a strange chance, I came upon it.

Think you it can be mistaken for any other woman's hair ?" At this she held up her hand.
"Wait," she said.

"You will go to Osmonde, you will tell him this, you will--" "I will tell him all the story of the rose garden and of the sun-dial, and the beauty who had wit enough to scorn a man in public that she might more safely hold tryst with him alone.

She had great wit and cunning for a beauty of sixteen.

'Twould be well for her lord to have keen eyes when she is twenty." He should have seen the warning in her eyes, for there was warning enough in their flaming depths.
"All that you can say I know," she said--"all that you can say! And I love him.