The Mary Vertrees that she saw was merely
something to be cozened to her own frantic purpose--a Mary Vertrees
who was incapable of penetrating that purpose. Sibyl sat there
believing that she was projecting the image of herself that she
desired to project, never dreaming that with every word, every look,
and every gesture she was more and more fully disclosing the pitiable
truth to the clear eyes of Mary. And the Sibyl that Mary saw was an
overdressed woman, in manner half rustic, and in mind as shallow as
a pan, but possessed by emotions that appeared to be strong--perhaps
even violent. What those emotions were Mary had not guessed, but she
began to suspect.
"And Edith's life WOULD be spoiled," Sibyl continued. "It would be a
dreadful thing for the whole family. She's the very apple of Father
Sheridan's eye, and he's as proud of her as he is of Jim and Roscoe.
It would be a horrible thing for him to have her marry a man like
Robert Lamhorn; but he doesn't KNOW anything about him, and if
somebody doesn't tell him, what I'm most afraid of is that Edith might
get his consent and hurry on the wedding before he finds out, and then
it would be too late.
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