"It is useless pursuing this infatuation longer. The time has come when you must learn to command yourself. You are my daughter!"
"I don't believe it!" answered the girl, angrily.
"Have you ever known any other parent?"
"I never had any parent!"
"Who placed you at school? who paid for your education?"
"I don't know—your mistress, I dare say, who was ashamed of my birth, and made you her agent. I have always believed so and believe it yet."
"Agnes, you are my own child. I call on Heaven to witness it!"
"I am not fool enough to believe you."
"You would have the poor thing separated from young Harrington, and I had no other way of appeasing your unreasonable demands, being your mother."
"Well, at any rate they are separated, and I am not married to James the millionaire, which was your wish; so, after all, I do not come out second best in a fair trial of strength, you see."