But it was like a searing iron to the shoulders of Jenny Prask.
"Mine!" The word was launched in a cry of incredulous anger.

"It wasn't mine.

Oh, as if I would do such a thing! The idea! Well, I never did!" "I don't believe it was yours, Jenny," said Millie Splay.
"Granted, I'm sure," returned Jenny Prask, tossing her head.
"But how many people will agree with me ?" Millie Splay went on.
"I don't care, my lady." "Don't you?
You will, Jenny," said Millie in a hard and biting tone which contrasted violently with the smoothness of her earlier questions.
"You are trying, very maliciously, to do a great injury to a young girl who had never a thought of hurting your mistress, and you have only succeeded in placing yourself in real danger." Jenny tried to laugh contemptuously.
"Me in danger! Goodness me, what next, I wonder ?" "Just listen how your story works out, Jenny," and Millie Splay set it out succinctly step by step.
"Mrs.Croyle never took chloroform as a drug.

Mrs.Croyle had no troubles.

Mrs.Croyle was quite gay this week.