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I
laughed
.
"
Oh
,
never
!
That
you
may
be
quite
sure
of
.
"
Still
playing
with
the
roses
near
her
,
she
relapsed
into
silence
.
Her
breath
came
and
went
quickly
;
I
saw
her
long
eyelashes
quiver
against
the
pale
rose-leaf
tint
of
her
cheeks
--
the
pure
outline
of
her
delicate
profile
suggested
to
my
mind
one
of
Fra
Angelico
's
meditative
saints
or
angels
.
All
at
once
,
while
I
yet
watched
her
admiringly
,
she
suddenly
sprang
erect
,
crushing
a
rose
in
her
hand
--
her
head
thrown
back
,
her
eyes
flashing
,
her
whole
frame
trembling
.
"
Oh
,
I
can
not
bear
it
!
"
she
cried
wildly
--
"
I
can
not
bear
it
!
"
I
started
up
astonished
,
and
confronted
her
.
"
Sibyl
!
"
"
Oh
,
why
do
n't
you
speak
,
and
fill
up
the
measure
of
my
degradation
!
"
she
went
on
passionately
--
"
Why
do
n't
you
tell
me
,
as
you
tell
my
father
,
your
purpose
in
coming
here
?
--
why
do
n't
you
say
to
me
,
as
you
say
to
him
,
that
your
sovereign
choice
has
fastened
upon
me
--
that
I
am
the
woman
out
of
all
the
world
you
have
elected
to
marry
!
Look
at
me
!
"
and
she
raised
her
arms
with
a
tragic
gesture
;
"
Is
there
any
flaw
in
the
piece
of
goods
you
wish
to
purchase
?
This
face
is
deemed
worthy
of
the
fashionable
photographer
's
pains
;
worthy
of
being
sold
for
a
shilling
as
one
of
England
's
'
beauties
,
'
--
this
figure
has
served
as
a
model
for
the
showing-off
of
many
a
modiste
's
costume
,
purchased
at
half-cost
on
the
understanding
that
I
must
state
to
my
circle
of
acquaintance
the
name
of
the
maker
or
designer
--
these
eyes
,
these
lips
,
these
arms
are
all
yours
for
the
buying
!
Why
do
you
expose
me
to
the
shame
of
dallying
over
your
bargain
?
--
by
hesitating
and
considering
as
to
whether
,
after
all
,
I
am
worthy
of
your
gold
!
"
She
seemed
seized
by
some
hysterical
passion
that
convulsed
her
,
and
in
mingled
amazement
,
alarm
and
distress
,
I
sprang
to
her
and
caught
her
hands
in
my
own
.
"
Sibyl
,
Sibyl
!
"
I
said
--
"
Hush
--
hush
!
You
are
overwrought
with
fatigue
and
excitement
--
you
can
not
know
what
you
are
saying
.
My
darling
,
what
do
you
take
me
for
?
--
what
is
all
this
nonsense
in
your
mind
about
buying
and
selling
?
You
know
I
love
you
--
I
have
made
no
secret
of
it
--
you
must
have
seen
it
in
my
face
--
and
if
I
have
hesitated
to
speak
,
it
is
because
I
feared
your
rejection
of
me
.
You
are
too
good
for
me
,
Sibyl
--
too
good
for
any
man
--
I
am
not
worthy
to
win
your
beauty
and
innocence
.
My
love
,
my
love
--
do
not
give
way
in
this
manner
"
--
for
as
I
spoke
she
clung
to
me
like
a
wild
bird
suddenly
caged
--
"
What
can
I
say
to
you
,
but
that
I
worship
you
with
all
the
strength
of
my
life
--
I
love
you
so
deeply
that
I
am
afraid
to
think
of
it
;
it
is
a
passion
I
dare
not
dwell
upon
,
Sibyl
--
I
love
you
too
well
--
too
madly
for
my
own
peace
--
--
"
