I sent McMullins out of the room, took O'Brien, who was white with
anger, by the arm, and led her to a seat.
"Sit down!"
She looked defiance for a moment; then, did as I commanded her.
"What kind of behavior is this, Annie O'Brien?" I asked, sternly.
"She slapped me in the face--slapped in the face by that low hussy!"
The thought added fuel to her rage, and she started up again as though
to pursue her.
"Be quiet!"
She sat down again. I stood silent by her.
"She slapped me in the face; by ----, I will not bear it!"
She darted past me, and caught up a carving-knife that lay on the
table.
"She slapped me in the face; and, by ----, I will have her heart's
blood!"
My heart sickened at the disgusting scene; but my duty was before me.
"Stop her, and take the knife away!" I shouted to the women at the other
end of the room.
In a moment the knife was taken from her, and both of her hands were
confined by four of the women.
"Annie O'Brien, come here!" I called.
She looked at me, but did not stir.