But I am telling you, and showing
you exactly what you are facing, because you must go from this house with
these men; your things will be sent. You must leave this city and this
country on the boat they take you to, and where you go you will be
watched; if ever you dare take service handling a _child_ again, I shall
have you promptly arrested and forced to answer for the cold-blooded
murder of my little daughter. Live you must, I suppose, but not longer by
the torture of children. Go, before I strangle you as you deserve!"
How Mrs. Minturn came to be standing beside her husband, she never
afterward knew; only that she was, pulling down his arm to stare at the
white cast. Then she looked up at him and said simply: "But Lucette didn't
murder her; it was I. I was her mother. I knew she was beaten. I knew she
was abused! I didn't stop my pleasure to interfere, lest I should lose a
minute by having to see to her myself! A woman did come to me, and a boy!
I knew they were telling the truth! I didn't know it was so bad, but I
knew it must have been dreadful, to bring them.
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