Perhaps it was that she had a genuine passion for him and so had not used her powers of fascination.
The more she drank, the more she cursed herself for having allowed Vane to slip through her fingers, and being in a reckless mood, she said as much to Rofflash.

Otherwise she would hardly have made a confidant of a fellow who combined swash-buckling with highway robbery.
"What!" jeered Captain Jeremy, "Sally Salisbury own herself beaten over a man.

I'd as lief believe my old commander the great Duke Marlborough crying he couldn't thrash the mounseers.

I'll swear you didn't let him go without getting the promise of an assignation out of him." "A promise?
Don't talk of promises.

It's easier to get a promise out of a man than his purse." "Lord, madam, if it's the purse of that vapouring young spark you're after, you'll be wasting your labour.