Let us walk on by the path,
and stop when you like.'
'Where do you wish to go, Madame?'
'Nowhere particular--come along; don't be fool, Maud.'
'This leads to Church Scarsdale.'
'A yes indeed! wat sweet place! bote we need not a walk all the way to
there.'
'I'd rather not walk outside the grounds to-day, Madame.'
'Come, Maud, you shall not be fool--wat you mean, Mademoiselle?' said the
stalworth lady, growing yellow and greenish with an angry mottling, and
accosting me very gruffly.
'I don't care to cross the stile, thank you, Madame. I shall remain at this
side.'
'You shall do wat I tell you!' exclaimed she.
'Let go my arm, Madame, you hurt me,' I cried.
She had griped my arm very firmly in her great bony hand, and seemed
preparing to drag me over by main force.
'Let me go,' I repeated shrilly, for the pain increased.
'La!' she cried with a smile of rage and a laugh, letting me go and shoving
me backward at the same time, so that I had a rather dangerous tumble.
I stood up, a good deal hurt, and very angry, notwithstanding my fear of
her.
'I'll ask papa if I am to be so ill-used.
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