"Look up, child! Speak for thyself! Thou hast a spirit of thine own.

Here is thy one earthly relation.

Wilt go with her?
Neither thy mistress nor I will stand in the way of thy pleasure." Thus adjured Britta looked up so suddenly that Duprez,--who had rather enjoyed the feel of her little nestling head hidden upon his arm,--was quite startled, and he was still more so at the utter defiance that flashed into the small maiden's round, rosy face.
"Go with _you_!" she cried shrilly, addressing the old woman, who remained standing in the same attitude, with an air of perfect composure.

"Do you think I have forgotten how you treated my mother, or how you used to beat me and starve me?
You wicked old woman! How dare you come here?
I'm ashamed of you! You frightened my mother to death--you know you did!.

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