Marcus Clarke

“ Sarah surveyed him with an expression of contempt. "Because your scheme has failed. Now this is mine. You have deserted me once; you will do so again in any other country. You are a murderer, a villain, and a coward, but you suit me. I save you, but I mean to keep you. I will bring you to Australia, where the first trooper will arrest you at my bidding as an escaped convict. If you don't like to come, stay behind. I don't care. I am rich. ”

“ Carr, as the boat ranged alongside the Dido, gaunt and grim, in the early dawn of a bleak May morning.
"What's the matter?" asked the officer of the watch, perceiving the bustle in the boat.
"Gentleman seems to have had a stroke," said a boatman.
It was so. There was no fear that John Rex would escape again from the woman he had deceived. The infernal genius of Sarah Purfoy had saved her lover at last—but saved him only that she might nurse him till he died—died ignorant even of her tenderness, a mere animal, lacking the intellect he had in his selfish wickedness abused. ”

“ She hurried into the bank, and her name secured her an interview with the manager at once.
"That's a rich woman," said one of the clerks to his friend.
"A widow, too! Chance for you, Tom," returned the other; and, presently, from out the sacred presence came another clerk with a request for "a draft on Sydney for three thousand, less premium", and bearing a cheque signed "Sarah Carr" for £200, which he "took" in notes, and so returned again.
From the bank she was taken to Green's Shipping Office. "I want a cabin in the first ship for Sydney, please." ”