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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Yes, just for his money," I said scornfully. "But I'll surprise him if he thinks he can get me for the asking." "Sybylla, never flirt. To play with a man's heart, I think, is one of the most horribly unwomanly actions our sex can be guilty of." "I would scorn to flirt with any man," I returned with vigour. "Play with a man's heart!
I threw myself on my bed and moaned. Why was I not like other girls? Why was I not like Gertie? Why were not a new dress, everyday work, and an occasional picnic sufficient to fill my mind? My movements awakened Gertie. "What is the matter, dear Sybylla? Come to bed. Mother has been scolding you. She is always scolding some one. That doesn't matter.
She did not smile as usual, but looked very grave, and, drawing me in front of her, said: "Sybylla, do you know what you are doing? Do you love Harry Beecham? Do you mean to marry him?" "Aunt Helen, what a question to ask! I never dreamt of such a thing. He has never spoken a word of love to me. Marriage! I am sure he does not for an instant think of me in that light. I'm not seventeen."
"What do you think of yourself, Sybylla?" "Oh, aunt Helen, tell me that there is something about me not completely hideous!" She took my face between her hands, saying: "Silly child, there are some faces with faultless features, which would receive nothing more than an indifferent glance while beside other faces which might have few if any pretensions to beauty.
"I used to feel sure that Harry meant to come up to the scratch, but I suppose he's had plenty to keep him going lately without bothering his head about a youngster in short frocks and a pigtail," remarked uncle Jay-Jay that night. "Well, Sybylla, poor Harry has gone: we will all even you included miss him very much, I am sure. I used to think that he cared for you.
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