"But what a way to manage! Why should you hire servants, if you do their work for them ?" Phebe only laughed, and a little shower of sparks flew over her from the hearth as if the fire laughed too.
"It's being needlessly indulgent," pursued Gerald.

"One can give servants proper liberties without making one's self a slave to their caprices.

If you yield to them in one instance because it chances to be convenient, they'll certainly exact it of you another time when it is not convenient.
Gracious heavens! Phebe, what is it ?" There was a sudden outburst of light behind her, and a sharp scream of mingled terror and pain, and she turned to find Phebe standing the centre of a pillar of fire.

Her light dress had ignited from the flying sparks, and the devouring flames seemed to burst forth in a hundred places at once and rush exultantly together.

Phebe gave another wild cry and started for the door in that blind agony of despair which seems to hasten people at such times to their doom, as if by aimless flight they could escape the awful demon who possesses them.