"Oh God, hab mercy! Miss Jane, please don't beat me any more. My poor back is so sore. It aches and smarts dreadful," and she lifted up her face, which was one mass of raw flesh; and wiping or trying to wipe the blood away from her eyes with a piece of her sleeve that had been cut from her body, she besought Miss Jane to have mercy on her; but the spirit of her father was too strongly inherited for Jane Peterkin to know aught of human pity.
"Where are the forks?"
"Oh, law! oh, law!" Amy cried out, "I swar I doesn't know anything 'bout 'em."
Such blows as followed I have not the heart to describe; for they descended upon flesh already horribly mangled.
The poor girl looked up to me, crying out:
"Oh, Ann, beg for me."
"Miss Jane," I ventured to say; but the tigress turned and struck me such a blow across the face, that I was blinded for full five minutes.
"There, take that! you impudent hussy. Do you dare to ask me not to punish a thief?"
I made no reply, but withdrew from her presence to cleanse my face from the blood that was flowing from the wound.