Now she did.

There was something about this which roused her utmost powers of indignation.
"It is simply an outrage," declared Alice, marching up and down the large room, her rich white gown trailing behind her, her chin high.
"I did not think her capable of it.

It is the worst form of thievery in the world, stealing the work of another's brain.

It is inconceivable that Margaret Edes could have done such a preposterous thing.

I never liked her.