'
'Wat av I done?' cried Madame, laughing grimly from her hollow jaws; I did
all I could to help you over--'ow could I prevent you to pull back and
tumble if you would do so? That is the way wen you petites Mademoiselles
are naughty and hurt yourself they always try to make blame other people.
Tell a wat you like--you think I care?'
'Very well, Madame.'
'Are a you coming?'
'No.'
She looked steadily in my face and very wickedly. I gazed at her as with
dazzled eyes--I suppose as the feathered prey do at the owl that glares on
them by night. I neither moved back nor forward, but stared at her quite
helplessly.
'You are nice pupil--charming young person! So polite, so obedient, so
amiable! I will walk towards Church Scarsdale,' she continued, suddenly
breaking through the conventionalism of her irony, and accosting me
in savage accents. 'You weel stay behind if you dare. I tell you to
accompany--do you hear?'
More than ever resolved against following her, I remained where I was,
watching her as she marched fiercely away, swinging her basket as though in
imagination knocking my head off with it.
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