"Has he escaped ?" "He cannot escape us, madam." "No, no, I did not mean my husband.

Sir Henry?
Is he safe ?" "Yes." "And the hound ?" "It is dead." She gave a long sigh of satisfaction.
"Thank God! Thank God! Oh, this villain! See how he has treated me!" She shot her arms out from her sleeves, and we saw with horror that they were all mottled with bruises.

"But this is nothing--nothing! It is my mind and soul that he has tortured and defiled.

I could endure it all, ill-usage, solitude, a life of deception, everything, as long as I could still cling to the hope that I had his love, but now I know that in this also I have been his dupe and his tool." She broke into passionate sobbing as she spoke.
"You bear him no good will, madam," said Holmes.

"Tell us then where we shall find him.