Lance Vane's mine, and if you dare so much as to lay a finger on him you will know what _I_ can do.

There's but one road for gentry of your profession--the road to Tyburn--and you'll take it if you cross me.
It'll be as easy as _that_." She dealt the braggart a blow across the nose and eyes with her closed fan.

The sticks snapped and in a white heat of passion she broke them again and again and flung the fragments in the discomfited captain's face.
Her fury and his smarting nose somewhat sobered Rofflash.

He knew well enough that when Sally was in her cups she was capable of any deed of violence.

Years after, indeed, her temper led to her undoing when inflamed by drink and jealousy she stabbed the Honourable John Finch at "The Three Tuns" in Chandos Street.
Rofflash hastened to mollify the enraged beauty, and did so effectually when he suggested a plan by which she could mortify her rival.
Sally heard him almost silently.