Sybilsprangtoherfeetwithacry：“Andhaveyoutoldhimso？”
sheasked。
“No！youcameandinterruptedusjustaswewerespeaking。Iwasgladyoudidcome，foritgivesmealittletimetothink。ButIamdecidednow。Ishalltellhimto-morrow。“
Thiswasnotsaidwiththeairoronewnoseheartbeatwarmlyatthethoughtofconfessingherlove。Mrs。Leespokemechanically，andalmostwithaneffort。Sybilflungherselfwithallherenergyuponhersister；violentlyexcited，andeagertomakeherselfheard，withoutwaitingforarguments，shebrokeoutintoatorrentofentreaties：“Oh，don\'t，don\'t，don\'t！Oh，please，please，don\'t，mydearest，dearestMaude！unlessyouwanttobreakmyheart，don\'tmarrythatman！Youcan\'tlovehim！Youcanneverbehappywithhim！hewilltakeyouawaytoPeonia，andyouwilldiethere！I
shallneverseeyouagain！Hewillmakeyouunhappy；hewillbeatyou，Iknowhewill！Oh，ifyoucareformeatall，don\'tmarryhim！