Never again would she even speak to him.

Nothing would she take from his hand, or from the hands of his friends! Nor would she ever stoop to take aught from her aunt, or from Ziska.

They had triumphed over her.

She knew not how.

They had triumphed over her, but the triumph should be very bitter to them-- very bitter, if there was any touch of humanity left among them.
Later in the day there came to be something of motion in the house.