In her estimation it was the victim's own fault, and Helen must be made to suffer for having caused her so much trouble.
Wiping the perspiration from her forehead, Tige sat down to await Helen's return to consciousness.
It occurred soon after.
The poor girl opened her eyes, saw Tige beside her, shuddered, cowered down like a timid hare beset by a blood-hound, and closed her eyes, to shut out the sight of her tormentor.
"A pretty girl you are, to give me so much trouble!" growled Tige. "I'm going at you again for doing it."
On hearing these words, Helen began to shake, and a second or two later she went into a fit of hysterics.
A gloating look came into Tige's face.
It was music to her ears, these hysterical sobs and moans of her victim.
"The corner is turned," muttered Tige, as she stood beside the bed, looking down on Helen.
She referred to the corner of Helen's reason. She meant that the edge was entered.