Mrs.Rusk, law bless you, she's no more meaning in what she says than the child unborn.' But I was really frightened.

I was in a horrible state of uncertainty as to Madame de la Rougierre's complicity with the party who had beset us at the warren, and afterwards so murderously beat our poor gamekeeper.

How was I ever to get rid of that horrible woman?
How long was she to enjoy her continual opportunities of affrighting and injuring me?
'She hates me--she hates me, Mary Quince; and she will never stop until she has done me some dreadful injury.

Oh! will no one relieve me--will no one take her away?
Oh, papa, papa, papa! you will be sorry when it is too late.' I was crying and wringing my hands, and turning from side to side, at my wits' ends, and honest Mary Quince in vain endevoured to quiet and comfort me..