"She is guilty of that and more. But for her I should have been at home and happy now, but she thought that I was the fortunate one, and she thrust herself upon me, determining that she would rob me of everything that made life a joy. She has succeeded. Go and bring her here! I want her to see the result of it all! I want to see her glory in her own work here before my eyes before I die! I want her to see what a thing she has made of her sister, and I want her to know that my blood rests upon her head."
"If you do not cease this, I shall call the physician and leave you!" Lynde exclaimed almost angrily.
"Will you bring her here?"
"No! I most emphatically will not!"
"Then I shall ask the doctor."
"It would be useless, for I should decline to allow her to come!"
He was unprepared for what followed his speech.
Before he could catch her, or in any way stay the mad act, she had leaped from her cot upon the opposite side from him, and had torn the bandages from her throat, then catching her finger in the stitches that held the long wound together, she ripped them open.
Only insanity could have given her the courage to have accomplished an act so deliberate in its atrocity.
Pyne uttered a gasp of horror and sat still as though paralyzed. The doctor, from the other side of the room, saw the act.