No, no! And I shall not say yes when it is not true," Cornelli now cried, quite beside herself.
"Go to your room, Cornelli, and smooth out your forehead before you come to dinner.

Your little horns are protruding quite plainly when you act that way.

Just look at yourself in the mirror and see yourself how repulsive you look.

If you think that there is anybody in the world who can still like you when you have black horns on your forehead, you are mistaken.

Go, now, and return with another face." Cornelli went.
Reaching her room, Cornelli put her hand up to her brow.