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You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don't wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die." "I don't think she is that sort," he replied laughingly. "No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone.
I was thinking too much to say anything; but you surely don't think I'd be so mean as to care a pin whether you are rich or poor only for your own sake? If you really want me, I will marry you when I am twenty-one if you are as poor as a crow." "It is too good to be true. I thought you didn't care for me. Sybylla, what do you mean?"
There are, of course, low people on the stage, as there are in all walks of life. I grant you that; but if people are good they can be good on the stage as well as anywhere else. On account of a little prejudice it would be a sin to rob Sybylla of the brilliant career she might have." "Career!" exclaimed his foster-mother, catching at the word. "Career!
Sybylla has changed hers too, when I come to notice it, and her hair is wet. Have you had an accident?" said Miss Augusta, rising from her chair in a startled manner. "Rubbish!" ejaculated Harold in a tone which forbade further questioning, and the matter dropped.
It grieves me that any young man should have to speak to me of the behaviour of my own grand-daughter. He says you have been flirting with him. Sybylla, I scarcely thought you would be so immodest and unwomanly." On hearing this my thoughts of Frank Hawden were the reverse of flattering.
"Bore me with no more such trash," I said, turning away in disgust. "But, Miss Sybylla, what am I to do with it?" "Do with what?" "My love." "Love!" I retorted scornfully. "There is no such thing." "But there is, and I have found it." "Well, you stick to it that's my advice to you. It will be a treasure. If you send it to my father he will get it bottled up and put it in the Goulburn museum.
"Sybylla should be excused this morning," interposed Mr Grey. "She entertained us for hours last night. Little wonder if she feels languid this morning." "Entertained you I What did she do?" queried grannie. "Many things. Do you know, gran, that you are robbing the world of an artist by keeping Sybylla hidden away in the bush?
It has been a terrible day, but we're glad to have the rain. You must be frozen. Get in to the fire, child, as fast as you can. Get in to the fire, get in to the fire. I hope you forgive me for not going to meet you." And there was my mother's only sister, my tall graceful aunt, standing beside her, giving me a kiss and cordial hand-clasp, and saying, "Welcome, Sybylla.
But, comparatively speaking, her life was wrecked. She had been humiliated and outraged in the cruellest way by the man whom she loved and trusted. He had turned her adrift, neither a wife, widow, nor maid, and here she was, one of the most estimably lovable and noble women I have ever met. "Come, Sybylla," she said, starting up brightly, "I have a plan will you agree to it?
He was always so imperturbably calm, and unfailingly good-tempered under the most trying circumstances, that I feared he had no emotions in him, and longed to stir him up. Grannie greeted me with, "Sybylla, you are such a tiresome girl. I don't know how you have packed these hampers, and we want to have lunch. Where on earth have you been?"
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