Thus she acquired the fortitude of an Indian; pain could extort no groan from her.
It reacted on her temper, though, for after an attack she was exasperating.

Her invention was put to the rack to tease and offend.
I kept out of her way; if by chance she caught sight of me, she forced me to hear the bitter truth of myself.

Sometimes she examined me to learn if I had improved by the means which father so _generously_ provided for me.

"Is he not yet tired of his task ?" she asked once.
And, "Do you carry everything before you, with your wide eyebrows and sharp teeth?
Temperance, where's the Buffon Dr.Snell sent me?
I want to classify Cass." "I'll warrant you'll find her a sheep," Temperance replied.
"Sheep are innocent," said Veronica.

"You may go," nodding to me, over the book, and Temperance also made energetic signs to me to go, and not bother the poor girl.
Always regarding her from the point of view she presented, I felt little love for her; her peculiarities offended me as they did mother.
We did not perceive the process, but Verry was educated by sickness; her mind fed and grew on pain, and at last mastered it.