James walked to the maid step by step with anger, saying, "Say it! What kind of medicine is it? Spit it out and don't make me angry,"
The maid was so frightened that she kept trembling. She was kneeling on the ground and crying, "Mr. Moore, it isn't me. It isn't me."
James stepped on her hand with his slippers hard, which gave the maid so many pains that her fingers naturally straightened.
"Mr. Moore, please. Have mercy. It is not me. Miss. Darling must make a mistake. It is not me. It is true," the maid answered, and soon she cried a lot.
Then the maid got up the courage to say, "Miss. Daring had assumed that I didn't respect her and gave me two slaps on the cheek for the first time when we met. But I do respect you, Miss Darling. It is not me."
Since there was a lot of pain at her palm, the maid widened her mouth and nasal mucus. Soon, the tears almost dropped into her mouth.
