"Yes, ma'am."
"Good night, Annie, and may the Christ, whose name you called so wickedly this morning, take care of you!"
"Good night, ma'am!"
The next morning, when I gave O'Brien her bread and water, I asked her,—
"O'Brien, do you think, if McMullins were to strike you again, you would strike back?"
"I don't think I should now,—I shouldn't if I thought."
"What do you think of your behavior yesterday?"
"I am ashamed of myself that I should take any notice of that poor, foolish, half crazy thing! But I've got an awful temper, and it gets the upper hands of me before I know it."
"When the Deputy comes around, if he says anything to you, will you tell him you are ashamed of yourself, and resolved to do better?"
"He never could make me say it to him before."