George Manville Fenn,
Nurse Elisia
“ Mr Alison has been making up to that nurse!”“You won’t tell on me, miss?” whispered Maria, in whose palm the ring seemed to burn as if the chaste, pale pearls were fiery rubies.“No; I’ll hold you safe.”“Then it is true, miss. He’s always after her, and has been ever since she came.”“You lying hussy!” cried Saxa hotly. “If I were my sister I’d lash you with my riding whip—I mean shake you till you went down on your knees and owned it was out of spite.”“Lying hussy, am I?” cried Maria viciously, “when every word’s true, and that isn’t all, miss; Mr Neil’s as bad or worse.” ”
