"You ought to think of poor little Amabel," she added.
With that, Eva's dreadful, expressionless eyes turned towards Amabel, and she held out her hand to her, but the child fairly screamed with terror and clung to Ellen.

"Oh, Aunt Eva, don't look at her so, you frighten her," Ellen said, trembling, and leaning her cheek against Amabel's little, cold, pale one.

"Don't cry, darling," she whispered.

"It is just because poor mother feels so badly." "I am afraid of my mamma, and I want papa!" screamed Amabel, quivering, and stiffening her slender back.
Eva continued to keep her eyes fixed upon her, and to hold out that commanding hand.
Fanny went close to her, seized her by both shoulders, and shook her violently.

"Eva Tenny, you behave yourself!" said she.