The poise of her body and of her limbs, the wild glint in her eyes, and the turn of her head, all told eloquently that Sir George had no chance to win and that Dorothy was an unconquerable foe.

It is a wonder he did not learn in that one moment that he could never bring his daughter to marry Lord Stanley.
"I will imprison you," cried Sir George, gasping with rage.
"Very well," responded Dorothy, smilingly.

"You kept me prisoner for a fortnight.

I did not ask you to liberate me.

I am ready to go back to my apartments." "But now you shall go to the dungeon," her father said.
"Ah, the dungeon!" cried the girl, as if she were delighted at the thought.