"If you cared for me, as you seem to, you would tell me! What is Mr.Walraven to me?
Why has he brought me here ?" "Ask him." "He won't tell me.

He says he took a fancy to me, seeing me play 'Fanchon' at K----, and brought me here and adopted me.

A very likely story! No, Miriam; I am silly enough, Heaven knows, but I am not quite so silly as that.

He came after me because you sent him, and because I have some claim on him he dare not forego.

What is it, Miriam?
Am I his daughter ?" Miriam sat and stared at her a moment in admiring wonder, then her dark, gaunt face relaxed into a grim smile.
"What a sharp little witch it is! His daughter, indeed! What do you think about it yourself?
Does the voice of nature speak in your filial heart, or is the resemblance between you so strong ?" Mollie shook her sunny curls.
"The 'voice of nature' has nothing to say in the matter, and I am no more like him than a white chick is like a mastiff.