"You wouldn't even come for five minutes, but you could
tell that little cat! And SHE told my husband! You're a MAN!"
Edith saw in a flash that the consequences of battle would be ruinous
to Sibyl, and the furious girl needed no further temptation to give
way to her feelings. "Get out of this house!" she shrieked. "This
is my father's house. Don't you dare speak to Robert like that!"
"No! No! I mustn't SPEAK--"
"Don't you DARE!"
Edith and Sibyl began to scream insults at each other simultaneously,
fronting each other, their furious faces close. Their voices shrilled
and rose and cracked--they screeched. They could be heard over the
noise of the phonograph, which was playing a brass-band selection.
They could be heard all over the house. They were heard in the
kitchen; they could have been heard in the cellar. Neither of them
cared for that.
"You told my husband!" screamed Sibyl, bringing her face still closer
to Edith's. "You told my husband! This man put THAT in your hands
to strike me with! HE did!"
"I'll tell your husband again! I'll tell him everything I know!
It's TIME your husband--"
They were swept asunder by a bandaged hand.
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