I am just going to speak to him." She passed out swiftly with the words before her step-mother's gathering wrath could descend upon her.

One of Mrs.Ingleton's main grievances was that it was so difficult to corner Sylvia when she wanted to give free vent to her violence.
She watched the girl's slim figure pass out into the pale November sunshine, and her frown turned to a very bitter smile.
"Ah, my girl, you wait a bit!" she murmured.

"You've met your match, or I'm much mistaken." The squire was smoking his morning pipe in a sheltered corner.

He looked round with his usual half-surly expression as his daughter joined him.
She came to him very quietly and put her hand on his arm.
"Well ?" he said gruffly.
She stood for a moment or two in silence, then: "Dad," she said very quietly, "I am going to cable to Guy.

I haven't heard from him lately.