"Who are you?" he asked, advancing toward her.
"Charles Stevens!" she gasped, raising her head.
"Sarah Williams, what are you doing here?"
"Prythee, what are you doing?" she asked.
She rose and, turning her white face to him, said:
"Charles Stevens, which of the twain do you love best?" and she pointed to Cora and Adelpha. He made no answer. "Which of the twain is it?" she repeated. "Aye, Charles Stevens, you shall never wed either. Do you hear?"
"Which of the twain shall it be?"
"Woman, what mean you?"