Marcus Clarke

“ Vickers rose, with annoyance visible on his face, to draw the child away; and as he did so, she, gasping for breath, and sobbing with rage, wrenched her wrist free, and in a storm of childish passion struck her tormentor again and again. "Man!" she cried, with flaming eyes, "Let me go! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
"I am very sorry for this, Frere," said Vickers, when the door was closed again. "I hope she did not hurt you."
"Not she! I like her spirit. Ha, ha! That's the way with women all the world over. Nothing like showing them that they've got a master." ”

“ Vickers from within. "You wicked men, leaving me alone all this time!"
"Mr. Frere has kindly offered to bring you and Sylvia after us in the Osprey. I shall, of course, have to take the Ladybird."
"You are most kind, Mr. Frere, really you are," says Mrs. Vickers, a recollection of her flirtation with a certain young lieutenant, six years before, tinging her cheeks. "It is really most considerate of you. Won't it be nice, Sylvia, to go with Mr. Frere and mamma to Hobart Town?"
"Mr. Frere," says Sylvia, coming from out a corner of the room, "I am very sorry for what I said just now. ”