Blood, you know, is thicker than water." This was the second assault.

Frighten the girl with the thought of what will become of her if Boltay dies! "Waste your precious youth while Boltay is alive, and then it will be too late to sigh and groan over the reflection, 'How much better it would have been to have sold it for so much!'" And the horror of it was that Fanny understood everything quite well.
She knew what her mother was talking about, what she was aiming at, how she was tampering with and tempting her, and she fancied that, through the darkness, she could see her cunning face, and through that cunning face right into that cunning soul, and she closed her eyes and stopped up her ears that she might not either see or hear, and yet she saw and heard all the same.
"Ay, ay!" sighed Mrs.Meyer, by way of announcing that she was about to begin again.
"Are you asleep, Fanny ?" "No," stammered the girl.

She was not even sly enough to leave the question unanswered, in which case Mrs.Meyer would, perhaps, have fancied she had dozed off, and not said anything more.
"Are you angry with me for talking?
If you don't like it, say so." Fanny, involuntarily trembling, uttered, with an effort, a scarcely audible "Go on!" "I should scarcely have recognized you if I had seen you.

If I had met you in the street, I should certainly have passed you by without speaking.

Yes, it is quite true.