"I have noticed that you are not happy, Barbara," he said.
"And I shall not thwart you, or allow you to be thwarted. In
affairs of the Heart, you are to have your own way."
"I want to tell you something!" I cried. "I will _not_ be
cast off! I----"
"Tut, tut," said Father. "Who is casting you off? I tell
you that I like the young man, and give you my blessing, or what
is the present-day equivelent for it, and you look like a figure
of Tradgedy!"
But I could endure no more. My own father had turned on me
and was rending me, so to speak. With a breaking heart and
streaming eyes I flew to my Chamber.
There, for hours I paced the floor.
Never, I determined, would I marry H. Better death, by far.
He was a scheming Fortune-hunter, but to tell the family that
was to confess all. And I would never confess. I would run away
before I gave Sis such a chance at me. I would run away, but
first I would kill Carter Brooks.
Yes, I was driven to thoughts of murder. It shows how the
first false step leads down and down, to crime and even to
death. Oh never, never, gentle reader, take that first False
Step.
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