I love my mother.

What will I not do for her?
I love my mother." Muttering thus wildly she made for the pond in the Pleasaunce.

She had no sooner turned the angle of the chateau than she started back with a convulsive cry, and her momentary feebleness left her directly; she crouched against the wall and griped the ancient corner-stone with her tender hand till it powdered, and she spied with dilating eye into the Pleasaunce, Rose and Jacintha panting behind her.

Two men stood with their backs turned to her looking at the oak-tree; one an officer in full uniform, the other the human snake Perrin.

Though the soldier's back was turned, his off-handed, peremptory manner told her he was inspecting the place as its master.
"The baroness! the baroness!" cried Jacintha, with horror.