Have you come here to sneer and jibe and scorn and
mock, and gloat over the misfortunes of the women whose home you have
broken up, ruined, and devastated?"
"Madam," said I, "can you tell me where I can find Miss Sylvia Raynor?"
She looked as if she were about to spring and bite.
"Atrocious!" she exclaimed. "I will not stay under the same roof,"--and
she marched out of the door.
I made my way into the reception room. I met no one, and the room was
empty, although I heard on the floor above the sound of many footsteps,
apparently those of the sisters preparing for departure.
I looked around for a bell, or some means of making my presence known.
The room appeared harder, barer, emptier than when I had seen it before.
In a moment it was filled with all the light and beauty of the world. A
door opened, and Sylvia entered.
"I saw you come," she said, advancing with outstretched hands, "and
hurried down as soon as I could."
She was in her gray dress, but without shawl or head covering. Her face
was filled with the most charming welcome. I hastened towards her. I did
not take her hands, but opening my arms I folded her in them, and kissed
her over and over again. With flushed face she pushed herself a little
from me.
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