Mr. Delancey paused a moment, with a glance of something like admiration lighting up his cold eyes; perhaps
he saw something of his own indomitable spirit in the girl's firm demeanor, and, perhaps, the thought that nature gave her a right to the possession of that spirit never entered his mind. With his anger every moment growing more intense, the merchant again laid his hand upon her arm.
"No more parleying, girl—bring me the letters."
"Never, sir."
"Dare you speak thus to me? I will have them."
"Not while it is in my power to prevent you, sir."
"Fool! Minny, slave, out of my way!"
Minny moved not a muscle.
"Do as I command you, or, by Heaven, I'll make you. Was ever such disobedience shown a master?"
Minny stood firm, but silent, her back against the door. Mr. Delancey laid his hand upon the bell-rope, and pulled it violently.