Angelique, who promised to be skilful in embroidering, disconcerted them by sudden changes to inexplicable idleness after days of praiseworthy application.

She was capricious, seemed to lose her strength, became greedy, would steal sugar to eat when alone, and her cheeks were flushed and her eyes looked wearied under their reddened lids.

If reproved, she would reply with a flood of injurious words.

Some days, when they wished to try to subdue her, her foolish pride at being interfered with would throw her into such serious attacks that she would strike her feet and her hands together, and seemed ready to tear her clothing, or to bite anyone who approached her.

At such moments they drew away from her, for she was like a little monster ruled by the evil sprit within her.
Who could she be?
Where did she come from?
Almost always these abandoned children are the offspring of vice.