The thought added fuel to her rage, and she started up again as though to pursue her.
"Be quiet!"
She sat down again. I stood silent by her.
"She slapped me in the face; by ——, I will not bear it!"
She darted past me, and caught up a carving-knife that lay on the table.
"She slapped me in the face; and, by ——, I will have her heart's blood!"
My heart sickened at the disgusting scene; but my duty was before me.
"Stop her, and take the knife away!" I shouted to the women at the other end of the room.
In a moment the knife was taken from her, and both of her hands were confined by four of the women.
"Annie O'Brien, come here!" I called.