Dinah rose very slowly.
"On a condition, I will do this thing," she remarked.
"What is that?"
"That thou dost not once raise the hand of spite against this dear lady."
"But I may feel it, I suppose."
"God help thee, poor child. Wilt thou never see the beautiful light?"
"I'm sure I'm staring at it when I look at thee," said Henrietta.
"I fear to loosen thee," remarked Dinah.
She sat down again in her chair.
Maureen felt puzzled. She seemed to have said everything, and exhaustion was again stealing over her. Suddenly, however, she was startled by a great cry.