"That would punish your mother and sisters from whom you would cajole the money.

You can decide between leaving Silverdale, and having the story, and the proof of it, put into the hands of Colonel Barrington." She sat near an open window regarding him with quiet scorn, and the light that shone upon her struck a sparkle from her hair and set the rounded cheek and neck gleaming like ivory.

The severity of her pose became her, and the lad's callow desire that had driven him to his ruin stirred him to impotent rage in his desperation.

There were gray patches in his cheeks, and his voice was strained and hoarse.
"You have no mercy on me because I struck at him," he said.

"The one thing I shall always be sorry for is that I failed, and I would go away with pleasure if the horse had trampled the life out of him.
Well, there was a time when you could have made what you wished of me, and now, at least, I shall not see the blackleg you have showered your favors on drag you down to the mire he came from." Maud Barrington's face had grown very colorless, but she said nothing, and her aunt rose and raised the hammer of a gong.
"Ferris," she said.