"'Liza 'Liza! stop," he said in a low, firm voice.
"Lemme go, lemme git at thet--thet----" rage choked her.
"Elspeth will come this night with me to the caravan, said Kind, and the girl started, half with joy, half with fear. She would have liked to join the vagrant life of the Kinds, which would be better than the dog's existence she was leading at the inn; but then Herries was there, and Kind did not know that now she was engaged to Herries.
"No, no, it's very good of you, but----"
"She sha'n't go," shouted Mrs. Narby, only restrained by her husband's strong arm from falling bodily on Elspeth. "She's mine. Her father lef' her in my charge. She daren't go."
"Daren't," echoed the girl, raising her head dauntlessly. "If that is what you say, Mrs. Narby, I go now. My father left me here to pay off by my work, a miserable week's lodging. I have slaved for an entire year, and now I am free to leave." She walked to the door.
"Stop her! Stop her!" cried the landlady, thinking--and very rightly--that never again would she get so obedient and willing a slave.
"No one dare stop me," said Elspeth, turning at the door, "I leave your service at this moment."
"Where are you going on this wet night?" asked Narby gruffly.
"That is my business. And when next you get a servant, I advise you to stop your wife from ill-treating her as she has ill-treated me."