That, it is plain, did her harm.
The next may drive the thoughts of that out of her head, returned I.
Dear Jeronymo, replied he, a little peevishly, you will always think
differently from every body else! Mrs. Beaumont comes to-morrow.
What do I care for Mrs. Beaumont? said she.--I don't love her: she tells
every thing I say.
Come, my dear love, said Laurana, you afflict your brother Jeronymo. Let
us go up to your own chamber.
I afflict every body, and every body afflicts me; and you are all cruel.
Why, he will be gone, I tell you! That makes me so impatient: and I have
something to say to him. My father won't see me: my mother renounces me.
I have been looking for her, and she hides herself from me!--And I am a
prisoner, and watched, and used ill!
Here comes my mother! said Laurana. You now must go up to your chamber,
cousin Clementina.
So she does, said she; now I must go, indeed!--Ah, Jeronymo! Now there
is no saying nay.--But it is hard! very hard!--And she burst into tears.
I won't speak though, said she, to my aunt. Remember, I will be silent,
madam!--Then whispering me, My aunt, brother, is not the aunt she used to
be to me!--But hush, I don't complain, you know!
By this I saw that Lady Sforza was severe with her.
She addressed herself to her aunt: You are not my mamma, are you, madam?
No, child.
No, child, indeed! I know that too well.
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