Slowly rubbing her eyes she sat up, a rueful and repentant little beauty, but having withal an expression in her eyes which seemed to suggest that she wasn't going to be brow-beaten without a struggle.
"I ran away from school to be married," said she with a little pause between each word.

"I thought I was being taken to the Fleet, but when I saw the coach wasn't going the right way I knew I was being tricked.

On London Bridge I broke the coach window, opened the door and escaped." "A parcel of lies! I don't believe one of 'em," interjected the irate dame.
"I can't help that.

It's the truth all the same.

I cut my arm with the broken glass.