Then
she folded her arms, and cocked her little nose at him, "You daren't.
I'll call the police."
"If you do, I'll tell them you are my little cousin, mad as a March hare:
starving, and won't eat. Come, how is it to be?" He advanced upon her.
"You can't be in earnest, sir," said she, with sudden dignity.
"Am I not, though? You don't know _me._ I am used to be obeyed. If you
don't go with me like a sensible girl, I'll carry you--to your
dinner--like a ruffian."
"Then I'll go--like a lady," said she, with sudden humility.
He offered her his arm. She passed hers within; but leaned as lightly as
possible on it, and her poor pale face was a little pink as they went.
He entered the eating-house, and asked for two portions of cold roast
beef, not to keep her waiting. They were brought.
"Sir," said she, with a subjugated air, "will you be so good as cut up
the meat small, and pass it to me a bit or two at a time."
He was surprised, but obeyed her orders.
"And if you could make me talk a little? Because, at sight of the meat so
near me, I feel like a tigress--poor human nature! Sir, I have not eaten
meat for a week, nor food of any kind this two days.
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