She looked at me, but did not stir.
I called again, "Annie O'Brien, come here!"
She said to the women that held her, "Let me go! I will go to her," and she started towards me.
I laid my hand on her pale, cold cheek.
"O'Brien, are you not ashamed to get so angry with that poor, foolish, half-crazed McMullins?"
"Wouldn't it make your blood boil to have any one slap you in the face?"
"Undoubtedly it would rouse my temper for the moment. It is a very mean and wrong thing to strike; but you have behaved no better."
"I was a fool; but I could not help it."
"Yes, you could. Will you behave yourself now?"
"I will do nothing more," and she heaved a deep sigh.