so lost to shame ?" A returning note of warmth in her accents warned me that she was collecting herself to deal with the situation.
"Nay," said I, and I looked at Luisina, who stood there so pale and tearful.

"I think that for her own sake, poor maid, it were better that she went, since you desire it.

But she shall not be whipped hence like a stray dog." "Come, child," I said to her, as gently as I could.

"Go pack, and quit this home of misery.

And be easy.