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 the reclining girl raised herself on her pillow, resting on an elbow, hair streaming over her shoulders and gown in disarray, eyes dilated to fury dimensions while she pointed to the door.

"Get out of my room—I hate you—I hate you," she almost hissed. "Go-go-go"—she repeated in frenzy.

"No, I won't go, Louise, you poor dear. You're suffering." Lida concluded the girl was out of her mind.

"Go—get out," the reclining girl almost screamed. "I don't want to see you."

"You poor dear. I won't leave you. You're suffering. Won't you tell me what ails you and let me help you?" Lida persisted pityingly.

"I want none of your help—I want none of you" Louise still raged.

Lida wondered what had come of the girl. She was not long in ignorance, however, for Louise continued.

"You've come here to tell me Truman Bennet is to take you to the reception. Come here to gloat over me with your conquest—come here to torment me. Get out—I want nothing to do with you."

Lida was about to speak but the girl interrupted.

"Don't say a word. I know. He told me—You're engaged—you're engaged. Yes, you're engaged but you'll never marry him. You'll only hurt him. Your pride won't let you."

Lida attempted to protest again but the girl raged on.

"You'll never marry him, I say, when you know that