Yes! you, madam! with the air of the Refuge and the dirt of the streets on you!" Mercy's head sank lower; her hand trembled as it held by the back of the chair.
It was hard to bear the reiterated insults heaped on her, but Julian's influence still made itself felt.

She answered as patiently as ever.
"If it is your pleasure to use hard words to me," she said, "I have no right to resent them." "You have no right to anything!" Grace retorted.

"You have no right to the gown on your back.

Look at yourself, and look at Me!" Her eyes traveled with a tigerish stare over Mercy's costly silk dress.

"Who gave you that dress?
who gave you those jewels?
I know! Lady Janet gave them to Grace Roseberry.