I knew it all along.
That's why I had to take it into my own hands." Again the cynical smile of Annie Squires, twenty-two.
"Your own hands--what do you mean by that ?" "I might as well tell you.

I've been writing to him in your name! I've sent him a _picture_ of you--I got it in the bureau drawer.

And he's crazy over you!" Mary Warren looked at her with wrath, humiliation and offended dignity showing in her reddened cheeks.
"You had the audacity to do that, Annie! How _dared_ you?
How _could_ you ?" "Well, I was afraid of the lake for you, and I knew that something had to be done, and you wouldn't do it.

I've got quite a batch of letters from him.

He's got three hundred and twenty acres of land, eight cows, a horse and a mule.