You asked me airily just now, Sir Percy, how I proposed to accomplish this object...

Well! you know it now--by forcing you...

aye, forcing--to write and sign a letter and to take money from my hands which will brand you forever as a liar and informer, and cover you with the thick and slimy mud of irreclaimable infamy..." "Lud! sir," said Sir Percy pleasantly, "what a wonderful command you have of our language....

I wish I could speak French half as well..." Marguerite had risen like an automaton from her chair.

She felt that she could no longer sit still, she wanted to scream out at the top of her voice, all the horror she felt for this dastardly plot, which surely must have had its origin in the brain of devils.