Fate is usually swift when she deals a blow.

It does seem simple, doesn't it?' she said, with a final bitter attempt at flippancy, 'when you want to kill a chicken...you take hold of it...then you wring its neck...it's only the chicken who does not find it quite so simple. Now you hold a knife at my throat, and a hostage for my obedience...You find it simple...I don't

Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.

She, too, had worn a mask in assuming a contempt for him, whilst, as a matter of fact, she completely misunderstood him

Now, when their glances met, they understood one another. The power that lay within both their souls had met, and, as it were, clasped hands. They accepted one another's sacrifice. Hers, mayhap, was the more complete of the two, because for her his absence would mean weary waiting, the dull heartache so terrible to bear.