'
With which words she seized that joint, and laughing spitefully, she
twisted it suddenly back. I screamed while she continued to laugh.
'Will you tell?'
'Yes, yes! let me go,' I shrieked.
She did not release it immediately however, but continued her torture and
discordant laughter. At last she finally released my finger.
'So she is going to be good cheaile, and tell everything to her
affectionate gouvernante. What do you cry for, little fool?'
'You've hurt me very much--you have broken my finger,' I sobbed.
'Rub it and blow it and give it a kiss, little fool! What cross girl! I
will never play with you again--never. Let us go home.'
Madame was silent and morose all the way home. She would not answer my
questions, and affected to be very lofty and offended.
This did not last very long, however, and she soon resumed her wonted ways.
And she returned to the question of the will, but not so directly, and with
more art.
Why should this dreadful woman's thoughts be running so continually upon my
father's will? How could it concern her?
CHAPTER VII
_CHURCH SCARSDALE_
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