He unlocked the door and set it wide open.
“No, even though you are a lunatic, as I do believe. Go, and expose your condition, if you must. I cannot restrain you by fair means, and I will not by foul.”
And Sybil swept from the room, but she did not expose herself. She fled away to that “chamber of desolation” where she had passed so many agonizing hours, and threw herself, face downwards, upon the floor, and lay there in the collapse of utter despair.
Meanwhile Lyon Berners paced up and down the parlor floor.
CHAPTER XII.
“CRUEL AS THE GRAVE.”
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Go, when the hunter’s hand hath wrung From forest cave her shrieking young, And calm the raging lioness; But soothe not—mock not my distress.—Byron. |
Lyon Berners was utterly perplexed and troubled. He could not in any way explain to himself the sudden and furious passion of his wife.