Please to thank him." That was all the answer she made me.
My daughter had already noticed that Rosanna went about her work like a woman in a dream.

I now added to this observation, that she also listened and spoke like a woman in a dream.

I doubted if her mind was in a fit condition to take in what I had said to her.
"Are you quite sure, Rosanna, that you understand me ?" I asked.
"Quite sure." She echoed me, not like a living woman, but like a creature moved by machinery.

She went on sweeping all the time.

I took away the broom as gently and as kindly as I could.
"Come, come, my girl!" I said, "this is not like yourself.