Elisabeth:
Shall we start our lessons?
Louisa:
I don't have to do what you say. You're just a servant.
Elisabeth:
That's enough! Be silent! You will obey me whether you want to or not! You will obey because poor as I am, I am placed in authority over you. You will not speak disrespectfully to me or raise your voice to me.
Louisa:
[Taunting]
Servant! Servant! Servant! Servant! Servant! Servant! Servant! Servant! Servant! Servant! Servant! Servant! Servant!
[Elisabeth throws a cup of blue paint onto Louisa. Then, true to her word, she throws a cup or red on herself]
Elisabeth:
I'm not a servant, I'm a *prisoner*! So will you be when you grow up. The day you come of age the gates will close around you because you are a *woman*! If you marry, everything you own will become the property of your husband. If you don't marry every profession will be closed to you but *one*, and that one is a life of loneliness and humiliation. They lock you up, Louisa! But there's one part they can lock up: They can't imprison your mind. And that's why I want you to learn to read. I want you to have your own life!
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