No, no!"-- this as Wogan bent down to lift her from the ground--"plague on you all! I will sit here and die; and when I am found frozen and dead perhaps you will be sorry for your cruelty to a poor girl who wanted nothing better than to serve you." Here Jenny was so moved by the piteousness of her fate that her tears broke out again.

She wept loudly.

Wogan was in an extremity of alarm lest someone should pass, or the people of the house be aroused.

He tried most tenderly to comfort her.

She would have none of the consolations.