Of precocious nature, she endured her martyrdom with extraordinary fortitude.

She rarely gave way, excepting when her natural pride succumbed to her cousin's outrages.

Soon even, she was able to bear, without a tear, the incessant insults of this cowardly fellow, who ever watched her while he spoke, for fear lest she should fly at his face.

Then, too, she learnt to silence him by staring at him fixedly.

She had several times felt inclined to run away from the Jas-Meiffren; but she did not do so, as her courage could not brook the idea of confessing that she was vanquished by the persecution she endured.