It always made her unhappy, but she attempted no resistance.

Either she felt no right or she had no courage.

Now, things were different.
She caught Miss Gascoigne's uplifted hand, and Arthur's, already raised to return the blow.
"Stop! you must not touch that child.

And, Arthur, how can you be so naughty! Beg your aunt's pardon, immediately!" But Arthur began to sob and cough--that ominous cough which was their dread and pain still.

It did not touch the heart of Aunt Henrietta.
"We shall see who is mistress here.