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True , wrath boiled and seethed in her breast , but before retiring she only said briefly , with a seriousness which revealed the contempt concealed beneath : `` You were quite right , Maestro Appenzelder . The Emperor considered my voice nothing unusual , and nothing else is fit for the august ears of his Majesty . Now I will go to the green woods . '' The leader of the boy choir again did his best to detain her , for what the noon denied the evening would bring , and Gombert aided him with courteous flatteries ; but Barbara listened only a short time , then , interrupting both with the exclamation , `` I force myself upon no one , not even the highest ! '' she left the room , holding her head haughtily erect . Appenzelder fixed his eyes helplessly upon the ground . `` I 'd rather put a hoarse sailor or a croaking owl into my choir henceforward than such a trilling fair one , who has more whims in her head than hairs on it . ''