Her face, outlined to
express a gentle gravity, was now haughtily passionate; nostrils
and lips thrilled with wrath, and her eyes were magnificent in
their dark fieriness.
'You shall not need to tell me that again,' she answered, and
immediately left him.
She went into the sitting-room, where Mrs Yule was awaiting the
result of the interview.
'Mother,' she said, with stern gentleness, 'this house can no
longer be a home for me. I shall go away to-morrow, and live in
lodgings until the time of my marriage.'
Mrs Yule uttered a cry of pain, and started up.
'Oh, don't do that, Marian! What has he said to you? Come and
talk to me, darling--tell me what he's said--don't look like
that!'
She clung to the girl despairingly, terrified by a transformation
she would have thought impossible.
'He says that if I marry Mr Milvain he hopes never to see my face
again. I can't stay here. You shall come and see me, and we will
be the same to each other as always. But father has treated me
too unjustly. I can't live near him after this.'
'He doesn't mean it,' sobbed her mother.
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