As for Lucy, mother must do the best she can for her.

Even you daren't hit a girl." "Oh, Ned, how can you go on so ?" Mrs.Mulready wailed.

"You are a wicked boy to talk so." "All right, mother," Ned replied recklessly; "if I am, I suppose I am.

I know in your eyes he can do no wrong.

And I believe if he beat you, you would think that you deserved it." So he flung himself down in his chair and continued his breakfast.
Mr.Mulready drank off his tea without sitting down, and then left the room without another word; in fact, as yet he did not know what to say.
Almost speechless with passion as he was, he restrained himself from carrying out his threat and turning Ned at once from the house.