Do as your wayward woman's nature prompts you." There was a slight, but a very slight, tone of aggravation in these words, and the manner in which they were uttered.
As he spoke, he moved from the door towards the window, which opened into a kitchen garden.

Flora shrunk as far from him as possible, and for a few moments they regarded each other in silence.
"Young blood," said Varney, "mantles in your veins." She shuddered with terror.
"Be mindful of the condition I have proposed to you.

I covet Bannerworth Hall." "I--I hear." "And I must have it.

I will have it, although my path to it be through a sea of blood.

You understand me, maiden?
Repeat what has passed between us or not, as you please.