They were saying so yesterday, and _she_ sat listening.

I found her here last night." "She! Her!" Emily felt as if she was passing through another nightmare.
"Ameerah," wailed poor Jane.

"White ones have no chance against black.
Oh, my lady!" her sense of the possibility that she might be making a fool of herself after all was nearly killing her.

"I believe she would drive you to your death if she could do it, think what you will of me." The little basket of needlework shook in Lady Walderhurst's hand.

She swallowed hard, and without warning sat down on the roots of a fallen tree, her cheeks blanching slowly.
"Oh Jane!" she said in simple woe and bewilderment.