She soon cooled, however, and looking over her shoulder, and seeing me
still at the other side of the stile, she paused, and beckoned me grimly
to follow her. Seeing me resolutely maintain my position, she faced about,
tossed her head, like an angry beast, and seemed uncertain for a while what
course to take with me.
She stamped and beckoned furiously again. I stood firm. I was very much
frightened, and could not tell to what violence she might resort in her
exasperation. She walked towards me with an inflamed countenance, and a
slight angry wagging of the head; my heart fluttered, and I awaited the
crisis in extreme trepidation. She came close, the stile only separating
us, and stopped short, glaring and grinning at me like a French grenadier
who has crossed bayonets, but hesitates to close.
CHAPTER XVI
_DOCTOR BRYERLY LOOKS IN_
What had I done to excite this ungovernable fury? We had often before had
such small differences, and she had contented herself with being sarcastic,
teasing, and impertinent.
'So, for future you are gouvernante and I the cheaile for you to
command--is not so?--and you must direct where we shall walk.
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