CHAPTER V.REBELLION.
The sight of my mother startled me more than I can say.

It filled me with a positive dread of things indefinable.

Never before had I seen her coldly placid countenance so strangely disordered, and her unwonted aspect it must have been that wrought so potently upon me.
No longer was she the sorrowful spectre, white-faced, with downcast eyes and level, almost inanimate, tones.

Her cheeks were flushed unnaturally, her lips were quivering, and angry fires were smouldering in her deep-set eyes.
Swiftly she came down to us, seeming almost to glide over the ground.
Not me she addressed, but poor Luisina; and her voice was hoarse with an awful anger.
"Who are you, wench ?" quoth she.

"What make you here in Mondolfo ?" Luisina had risen and stood swaying there, very white and with averted eyes, her hands clasping and unclasping.