The man whose life I want must be nearly forty now.

This one is little more than a boy.

Thank God, I have not got his blood upon my hands." The woman gave a bitter laugh.

"Little more than a boy!" she sneered.
"Why, man, it's nigh on eighteen years since Prince Charming made me what I am." "You lie!" cried James Vane.
She raised her hand up to heaven.

"Before God I am telling the truth," she cried.
"Before God ?" "Strike me dumb if it ain't so.