"'You love him—you know you do!'"
Mollie's face turned very nearly as white as Kitty's; she did not speak at all for a moment. Kitty, having hurled out her reproaches, waited, expecting Mollie to speak. Mollie still was silent. There came another screaming report, another explosion. Kitty was deaf to it. That fact alone impressed Mollie. She looked with almost reverence at her sister now. How great and strong, after all, were her love and her passion!
"It is true," said Kitty. "Why don't you speak? why don't you speak? You know it is true. I saw it in your eyes, and I saw it in his eyes; and if you were to tell me a thousand, thousand times that you don't love him, I would not believe you."
"But I am not going to tell you any such thing," replied Mollie.
"Then it is true," said Kitty; "you have confessed that it is true."
"No, I have not confessed it; I have said nothing."
"How can I bear you? I wonder I don't even try to kill you."
"Why so, Kitty? I have never done you any harm."