There's easy terms for you, eh, and we'll have a glass o' curacoa round, and so part friends.

Is it a bargain?
Come!' 'Yes, Maud, we must go--wat matter ?' whispered Madame vehemently.
'You shan't,' I said, instinctively terrified.
'You'll go with Ma'am, young 'un, won't you ?' said Mr.Smith, as his companion called him.
Madame was holding my arm, but I snatched it from her, and would have run; the tall man, however, placed his arms round me and held me fast with an affectation of playfulness, but his grip was hard enough to hurt me a good deal.

Being now thoroughly frightened, after an ineffectual struggle, during which I heard Madame say, 'You fool, Maud, weel you come with me?
see wat you are doing,' I began to scream, shriek after shriek, which the man attempted to drown with loud hooting, peals of laughter, forcing his handkerchief against my mouth, while Madame continued to bawl her exhortations to 'be quaite' in my ear.
'I'll lift her, I say!' said a gruff voice behind me.
But at this instant, wild with terror, I distinctly heard other voices shouting.

The men who surrounded me were instantly silent, and all looked in the direction of the sound, now very near, and I screamed with redoubled energy.

The ruffian behind me thrust his great hand over my mouth.
'It is the gamekeeper,' cried Madame.