"
"You refuse to prepare the bath?"
"I will not go to the pump."
"You refuse to prepare the tea?"
"I will not be a cook."
"You are rankly rebellious?"
"I will not sleep in the attic."
"What!"
"I will not eat the food."
"What!"
"I will not do the work."
"What!"
"I will go."
"Go?"
"_Go_," repeated Annalise, stamping her foot. "I demand my wages, the
increased wages that were promised me, and I will go."
"And where, Impudence past believing, will you go, in a country whose
tongue you most luckily do not understand?"
Annalise looked up into Fritzing's furious eyes with the challenge
of him who flings down his trump card. "Go?" she cried, with a
defiance that was blood-curdling in one so small and hitherto so
silent, "I will first go to that young gentleman who speaks my
language and I will tell him all, and then, with his assistance, I
will go straight--but _straight_, do you hear?"--and she stamped
her foot again--"to Lothen-Kunitz."
XIV
Early in this story I pointed out what to the intelligent must have
been from the beginning apparent, that Annalise held Priscilla and
Fritzing in the hollow of her hand.
Pages:
213
214
215
216
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230
231
232
233
234
235
236
237