Stella Rosevelt — page 69: what you’re looking at

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STELLA'S APPEAL. 63 attend to my own wardrobe in the future. If I do Maggie Flynn’s work, I must have Maggie Flynn’s pay and privileges, ” she concluded, decidedly. | ‘*Vou will have nothing of the kind’—Mrs. Richards was fairly hoarse with anger. ‘‘ You forget that your father has consigned you to my guardianship for the next few years, and you will do exactly as I direct you. But we have wasted time enough in this kind of talk. You are to come with me now; I will set you to work, and see if we cannot take down some of this English impudence.” Star follswed the woman as she was bidden, without a word, thinking it best to discuss the question no further just then; but there was, nevertheless, a determined gleam in her glorious eyes; her form was as erect and proud, her step as firm as if she felt herself in every respect the equal of the woman who appeared bound to oppress her. All day long she was kept steadily at work; not a moment was she allowed to rest, except while she was eating. She made beds, swept and dusted rooms, and ran upon errands, until every bone in her slight body ached with weariness and her small feet were nearly blistered. | Her delicate hands had never performed such menial duties before, nor had her gentle heart ever throbbed with such revengeful, rebellious feelings. It was eight oclock before her hard mistress released her from her labors, and told her to go directly to bed, so as to be - up early in the morning and sweep off the front steps before people should begin to pass. She went to her room as directed, but instead of retiring, she took from a drawer of her bureau one of the packages of papers which she had rescued from her state-room on that burning vessel, and, weary as she was, she again descended two flights of stairs, and approaching the library door, tapped gently upon it. x Gomichbooks (EO)