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 			<p>“To <em>me</em>!” Mary frowned.</p>
 			<p>Sibyl rippled and cooed again. “There isn’t <em>anybody</em> ever made such a hit with Father Sheridan in his life as you have. And of course we <em>all</em> hope you’re not going to be exactly an outsider in the affairs of the family!” (This sally with another and louder effect of laughter). “And if it’s <em>my</em> duty, why, in a way, I think it might be thought yours, too.”</p>
 			<p>“No, no!” exclaimed Mary, sharply.</p>
-			<p>“Listen,” said Sibyl. “Now suppose I go to Father Sheridan with this story, and Edith says it’s not true; suppose she says Lamhorn has a good reputation and that I’m repeating irresponsible gossip, or suppose (what’s most likely) she loses her temper and says I invented it, then what am I going to do? Father Sheridan doesn’t know <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Kittersby and her daughter, and they’re out of the question, anyway. But suppose I could say: ‘All right, if you want proof, ask Miss Vertrees. She came with me, and she’s waiting in the next room right now, to⁠—”</p>
+			<p>“Listen,” said Sibyl. “Now suppose I go to Father Sheridan with this story, and Edith says it’s not true; suppose she says Lamhorn has a good reputation and that I’m repeating irresponsible gossip, or suppose (what’s most likely) she loses her temper and says I invented it, then what am I going to do? Father Sheridan doesn’t know <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Kittersby and her daughter, and they’re out of the question, anyway. But suppose I could say: ‘All right, if you want proof, ask Miss Vertrees. She came with me, and she’s waiting in the next room right now, to⁠—’ ”</p>
 			<p>“No, no,” said Mary, quickly. “You mustn’t⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“Listen just a minute more,” Sibyl urged, confidingly. She was on easy ground now, to her own mind, and had no doubt of her success. “You naturally don’t want to begin by taking part in a family quarrel, but if <em>you</em> take part in it, it won’t be one. You don’t know yourself what weight you carry over there, and no one would have the right to say you did it except out of the purest kindness. Don’t you see that Jim and his father would admire you all the more for it? Miss Vertrees, listen! Don’t you see we <em>ought</em> to do it, you and I? Do you suppose Robert Lamhorn cares a snap of his finger for her? Do you suppose a man like him would <em>look</em> at Edith Sheridan if it wasn’t for the money?” And again Sibyl’s emotion rose to the surface. “I tell you he’s after nothing on earth but to get his finger in that old man’s money-pile, over there, next door! He’d marry <em>anybody</em> to do it. Marry Edith?” she cried. “I tell you he’d marry their nigger cook for <em>that</em>!”</p>
 			<p>She stopped, afraid⁠—at the wrong time⁠—that she had been too vehement, but a glance at Mary reassured her, and Sibyl decided that she had produced the effect she wished. Mary was not looking at her; she was staring straight before her at the wall, her eyes wide and shining. She became visibly a little paler as Sibyl looked at her.</p>