You're a wicked girl, Miss Sisily, and I won't let you in.

You killed your father, and you'd like to kill me, but I'll keep you locked out.

Go away!" Her voice rose to a screech.
The blood rushed to Thalassa's head as he listened to these words.

He understood quite suddenly--this was not a demented raving.

Sisily had been there--she had come back to him in her fear--and she had been driven away.
He turned to his wife and caught her up in his great arms, shaking her violently, as one shakes a child.