"'I am afraid of my father,' I whispered again, scarcely knowing
whether I really did the mischief or not.

"'And well you may be," she continued fearlessly, seeing that she
was gaining the mastery over me; 'but the sooner you seek his
forgiveness, the sooner you will obtain it. Go at once, I tell you.'

"Oh! pity me, Lizzie! pity me, for from that fatal moment, I have
been the slave, the serf, of a stronger will--a will that has
withered and crushed out, by slow degrees, the last trace of moral
courage that might have beautified and strengthened my character;
crushed it out, and left me a cowardly, miserable, helpless girl!
But to return.

"Involuntarily I stooped down, and began to pick up the pieces of
the fragile horns, and the eyes of the elk's head, that lay
scattered around upon the soft carpet, really wondering if, indeed,
I did break it.

"'Now you have gathered up the pieces, go at once to your father;
and mind you tell him you broke it. Do you hear me?'

"I glided out of the room, away from the presence of the woman who
had so cruelly imposed upon my helplessness. Trembling with fear,
and a sense of my supposed guilt, I approached my father, who was by
this time comfortably seated in the family sitting-room, reading the
morning paper.

"I crept to him and held out the fragments.