You had better get back to the realities of life on this mundane sphere, where you find yourself just at present.

I repeat for the third time that you are disinherited.

I cannot seem to make you grasp that fact.

This home and everything in it belongs absolutely to me." Faynie heard and realized, and without a word, turned and staggered like one dying toward the door, but her stepmother put herself quickly before her.
"Sit down there.

I have something else to say to you," she added in a shrill whisper, pushing the girl into the nearest seat.
"I must go.