Observe--I pull, and now you pull.' Janet mechanically followed my actions.

She grimaced, and whimpered, 'I could pull the pony's mane right out.' 'Don't treat animals like your dolls,' said I.
She ran to the squire, and refused the pony.

The squire's face changed from merry to black.
'Young man,' he addressed me, 'don't show that worse half of yours in genteel society, or, by the Lord! you won't carry Beltham buttons for long.

This young lady, mind you, is a lady by birth both sides.' 'She thinks she is marriageable,' said I; and walked away, leaving loud laughter behind me.
But laughter did not console me for the public aspersion of him I loved.
I walked off the grounds, and thought to myself it was quite time I should be moving.

Wherever I stayed for any length of time I was certain to hear abuse of my father.