He took the one I had away, and ordered her to resign hers to me; she refused, and he-he struck her down, and wrenched it off the chain, and crushed it with his foot."
"And were you pleased to see her struck?" I asked: having my designs in encouraging his talk.
"I winked," he answered: "I wink to see my father strike a dog or a horse, he does it so hard. Yet I was glad at first-she deserved punishing for pushing me: but when papa was gone, she made me come to the window and showed me her cheek cut on the inside, against her teeth, and her mouth filling with blood; and then she gathered up the bits of the picture, and went and sat down with her face to the wall, and she has never spoken to me since: and I sometimes think she can't speak for pain. I don't like to think so; but she's a naughty thing for crying continually; and she looks so pale and wild, I'm afraid of her."
"And you can get the key if you choose?" I said.
"Yes, when I am upstairs," he answered; "but I can't walk upstairs now."

She tried to hide the other, but I told papa, and he took mine, and ordered her to give hers to me; she refused, and he - he struck her down, and wrenched it off the chain, and crushed it with his foot.'
'And were you pleased to see her struck?' I asked.
'I winced,' he answered: 'I wince to see my father strike a dog or a horse, he does it so hard. Yet I was glad at first - she deserved punishing: but when papa was gone, she showed me her cheek cut on the inside, and her mouth filling with blood; and then she gathered up the bits of the picture, and went and sat down with her face to the wall, and she has never spoken to me since: and I sometimes think she can't speak for pain. She's a naughty thing for crying continually; and she looks so pale and wild, I'm afraid of her.'
'And you can get the key if you choose?' I said.
'Yes, when I am upstairs,' he answered; 'but I can't walk upstairs now.'
