She had to get him."
The texture of what was the truth made an even fabric with what was
not, in Sibyl's mind; she believed every word that she uttered, and
she spoke with the rapidity and vehemence of fierce conviction.
"What I feel about it is," she said, "it oughtn't to be allowed to go
on. It's too mean! I like poor Bibbs, and I don't want to see him
made such a fool of, and I don't want to see the family made such a
fool of! I like poor Bibbs, but if he'd only stop to think a minute
himself he'd have to realize he isn't the kind of man ANY girl would
be apt to fall in love with. He's better-looking lately, maybe, but
you know how he WAS--just kind of a long white rag in good clothes.
And girls like men with some SO to 'em--SOME sort of dashingness,
anyhow! Nobody ever looked at poor Bibbs before, and neither'd she
--no, SIR! not till she'd tried both Roscoe and Jim first! It was
only when her and her family got desperate that she--"
Bibbs--whiter than when he came from the sanitarium--opened the
door. He stepped across its threshold and stook looking at her.
Both women screamed.
"Oh, good heavens!" cried Sibyl. "Were you in THERE? Oh, I
wouldn't--" She seized Mrs.
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