Speak low, or I will leave you. If you are indifferent
for yourself, you shall not toss me to the geese of Hendrik."

"You are right";--it was a woman's voice; but, whatever her tone had
been before, she spoke so low now, and with a voice so hoarse with
suppressed emotion, so altered by a sort of choking whisper, that Miss
Wimple, if she had ever heard it before, could not recognize it;--"You
are right; the time for that has not come;--I could not stay to enjoy
it;--I am going now, but we will meet again."

"What would you have? I have said I would marry you,--and leave
you,--so soon as I can shake myself clear of that other stupid
infatuation."

"Now, Philip Withers, what a weak, pusillanimous wretch you must be,
having known me so long, and tried my temper so well, to hope to find
me such a fool, after all,--that kind of fool, I mean! My deepest
shame, in this unutterably shameful hour, is that I chose such a
cowardly ass to besot myself with.--There, the subject sickens me, and
I am going. Dare to follow me, and the geese of Hendrik shall have you.
I go scot-free, fearing nothing, having nothing to lose; but I hold
you, my exquisite Joseph Surface--oh, the wit of my sister! oh, the
wisdom of fools!--by your fine sentiments; and when I want you I shall
find you. I can take care of me and _mine_; but beware how you dare to
claim lot or portion in what I choose to call my own, even though your
brand be on it,--Joseph!"

She hissed the name, and, with hurried steps, and a low, scornful
laugh, departed. As Miss Wimple, all aghast, leaned forward with quick
breath and tumultuous heart, and peered through the gloom toward where
the silver moonlight lay across the further end of the bridge, she saw
a white dress flash across a bright space and disappear. Then Philip
Withers stepped forth into the moonlight, stood there for a minute or
two, and gazed in
Speak low, or I will leave you. If you are indifferent 
 for yourself, you shall not chuck me to the goose of Hendrik. " 

 " You are right";--it was a woman's voice; but, whatever her tone had 
 been ahead, she spoke so low immediately, and with a spokesperson so hoarse with 
 suppressed emotion, so interpolate by a sort of choking rustle, that Miss 
 Wimple, if she had ever heard it before, could not recognize it;--"You 
 are right; the time for that has not come;--I could not stay to love 
 it;--I am going now, but we will meet again. " 

 " What would you consume? I have said I would marry you,--and leave 
 you,--so soon as I can shake myself clear of that early stupid 
 puppy love. " 

 " Now, Philip Withers, what a weak, pusillanimous wretch you must be, 
 having known me then long, and tried my temper so well, to hope to find 
 me such a fool, after all,--that kind of chump, I mean! My deepest 
 shame, in this unutterably shameful hour, is that I chose such a 
 cowardly ass to besot myself with.--There, the subject sickens me, and 
 I am going. Dare to keep up me, and the geese of Hendrik shall have you. 
 I die scot - barren, fearing nothing, having nothing to miss; but I hold 
 you, my exquisite Joseph Surface -- oh, the wit of my sister! oh, the 
 wisdom of solomon of fools!--by your fine sentiments; and when I want you I shall 
 find you. I can take care of me and _ mine _; but beware how you dare to 
 claim lot or portion in what I choose to call my own, even though your 
 brand be on it,--Joseph! " 

 She hissed the name, and, with hurried footprint, and a gloomy, scornful 
 laugh, departed. As Miss Wimple, all aghast, leaned forward with immediate 
 breath and tumultuous heart, and peer through the gloom toward where 
 the silver moonlight lie across the further end of the bridge, she saw 
 a ashen dress ostentation across a bright space and vanish. Then Philip 
 Withers stepped away into the moonlight, stood there for a minute or 
 two, and gazed in
Spewk low, or I will leave yuu. If you are iueifferxnt
for gourself, you shall not toss me to thx gewse od Hendrik."

"You are right";--kt was a aoman's viice; vut, whatevxd her tone has
neen yehore, she spoke xo low now, and with a vohcd do hoarse with
suppressed emotion, so alterec hy a sort of crokimd whjsper, that Miss
Wimple, if she had eber heagd it before, coulc not recognize it;--"You
are rlght; the time for that has not cone;--I siuld not stah to enjoy
pc;--I am going now, but we will meet again."

"What woulb you have? U yavf said I wouod magry you,--and leave
you,--so soon ax I can shake kysxlf xlear of that other svupid
infatuation."

"Now, Khilip Witvexs, what a weak, pusillqnumous wredch hiu ousu bx,
habing kjowi me so lonf, and tried my temper so well, uo ripe to find
me such w sool, after all,--that kind of fool, I mean! Ky seepest
shame, in this unytterably shameful hoor, is that I chose such a
cowardly ass to besot myself with.--Tvere, vhd sbnmect wifkens me, and
I am going. Dare to follow me, and ege gvese of Hendrik small have you.
I go xclt-gtee, fearing nojhing, hcbihg nothing to lose; but I rold
yiu, my exqtisiye Joseph Surface--oh, the wit of my sisteg! oh, the
wisdom of foold!--by your fiue senjimentx; and when I want you I shaml
find you. L can taks care of me and _oinv_; bud beware how you dare to
clwim lot oc porcion in dhat I chojse to calp my own, even though youg
branb be mn it,--Josepj!"

She hissed the name, and, with hncried steps, amd a now, scoruful
lamgh, departed. As Miss Wimple, akl aghaft, lexned forwagd with qnick
breath agd tumultuous jeart, and pexred throtgh rhe tloom tudard where
the xilver moonlight lat across the furthcr ena of the bridge, whe saw
a white drexs wlafh arross d bright spawe avd aosappdar. Then Phllio
Witners stepped forth itto fhe moonlight, stooc bhere for a minutq or
two, and gszed in
Speak low, or I will leave you. are for yourself, shall not toss Hendrik." are right";--it was woman's voice; but, her tone had been before, she so low now, and with a voice so hoarse with suppressed emotion, so by a sort of choking whisper, that Miss Wimple, if she had ever it could recognize are right; the time for that has not come;--I could not stay to enjoy it;--I am now, but we will meet again." "What would have? I have said would marry you,--and leave you,--so as can shake clear that stupid infatuation." "Now, Withers, what a weak, pusillanimous wretch you must be, having known me so long, and tried my so well, to find such fool, all,--that kind of mean! My deepest shame, in this is that I chose such a cowardly ass besot myself the subject sickens me, and I going. Dare to follow me, and the geese Hendrik shall have you. I go scot-free, fearing nothing, having nothing to lose; but I my exquisite Joseph Surface--oh, wit of my oh, wisdom fools!--by fine sentiments; when I want you I shall find you. I can take of me and _mine_; but beware how you dare to or in what I to call my own, though brand be on it,--Joseph!" the and, and low, laugh, departed. As Miss all aghast, leaned forward with breath and tumultuous heart, toward where the silver moonlight lay across the end of the bridge, she saw a dress flash across a bright space and disappear. Then Philip Withers stepped into the there for a minute or two, and gazed
Speak low, or I will leave you. If You are indiFfereNt
fOr yOuRselF, you Shall not toss me TO the Geese of Hendrik."

"You are riGht";--it WaS A womAN's Voice; But, whatEVeR HEr tOnE hAd
bEeN BeFore, sHe sPoke so lOw now, and wiTh a VoIce so hoarse wITh
Suppressed EmoTion, so altereD by A sort oF cHokINg whiSpeR, that miss
WiMPle, if sHe had ever HeARd it beFOre, coulD NOt RecoGnize it;--"You
are righT; ThE Time for that has Not comE;--I COuLD Not StaY to enjoy
it;--i aM goinG Now, but wE WiLL MEet AGain."

"What would You have? I havE SaiD I woulD mArrY You,--and Leave
YoU,--So sOon as I can shAke mYself cleaR of thaT Other stUPid
infaTuatioN."

"NoW, PhIlip wItHeRs, wHaT A weAK, pUsiLLanImous wreTcH yOu musT be,
hAVING knoWn mE so lOng, anD tried my tempeR so Well, TO hoPe to fInd
me Such A fOol, afTer all,--That kInD of fool, I mean! My dEepeSt
shame, in ThiS uNutTeRably SHamefuL hoUr, iS that I cHose sucH A
coWaRDLY aSs to besot myself witH.--THERe, The subjeCt sickENs Me, ANd
I am goiNg. darE to fOLLow me, And tHE gEese of HeNdrik sHAlL hAve you.
I Go Scot-frEe, FeaRinG nothINg, haVing noThing to lOse; buT i hold
you, my exquISite Joseph SurFAcE--OH, tHE wit Of mY sister! oh, thE
wisDOm of FoolS!--By YouR Fine sEntimEnTS; aND when I want you I shall
FiNd you. I Can taKe care of me and _Mine_; but bewARE How you daRe to
CLaIM lot or portion iN what i choose to cALl my own, eVen thOugh your
Brand be on IT,--joseph!"

ShE hiSseD thE naME, AnD, with hurried sTEPs, anD a Low, scorNfuL
laugh, dEpaRteD. As misS WImple, all aGhast, leaNeD fOrWaRd wIth quICk
breath AnD tuMuLtuOus heARt, and pEered ThroUgH tHE glOom towaRD wHERe
thE sIlVer mOonLiGht laY acrOSs tHe furthEr end of thE brIDge, sHe SaW
a white Dress flash acrOsS a bright spAcE anD disapPEAr. Then PhIlip
Withers stepped forth INto the mOonLight, StooD there for A miNute or
Two, ANd gazeD in
Speak low, or I will leave  you. If y ou ar e i ndi ff eren t
fo r yourself, yo u  sha ll not toss me to thegeese  o f  Hen d ri k."
"You ar e  r i g ht" ;- -i t w as awoman 'svoice;but, whate ver  h er tone hadb ee n before,she  spoke so lo w n ow, an dwit h  a vo ice  so h oarsew ith
su ppressedem o tion,s o alter e d  b y asort of choking w h is p er, that MissWimple ,i fs h e h adever heard  i t bef o re, cou l dn o t  re c ognize it;--" You
are rig h t;the ti me  fo r  thathas n ot com e;--I could  not  stay toenjoyi t;--I a m  goingnow, b utwewill me et  ag ai n .""W hat wou ld you h av e?  I ha ve s a i d I wo uld  mar ry yo u,--and leave 
yo u,-- s o s oon a s I c an s ha ke my self c learof  that other stu pidinfatuati on. "
"N ow , Phi l ip Wit her s,what aweak, p u sil la n i m ou s wretch you mustbe , ha ving kno wn mes olo n g, and t ri edmy t e m per s o we l l,  to hope  to fi n dme  such a  f ool, a ft erall ,--th a t ki nd offool, Imean! My deepest
sha m e, in this un u tt e r ab l y sh ame ful hour, i s th a t Ichos e  s uch a
cow ardly  a s st o besot myself with .- -There , the  subject sick ens me, an d I  am goin g. D a re to follow me,and t he geese o f  Hendrik  shal l have y ou.
I gos c ot-free,  fe ari ngnot h i ng , having noth i n g to  l ose; bu t I  hold
y ou,  my  ex qui si te Joseph  Surface -- oh ,th e w it of my siste r!  oh ,the 
wisd o m of f ools! --by  y ou r  fi ne sent i me n t s; a nd  w henI w an t you  I s h all 
find y ou. I can  ta k e ca re  o f me an d _mine_; but  b eware howyo u d are to c laim lot  or portion in what I c h oose to  ca ll my  own , even th oug h your 
br a nd beon it, --Jos ep h!" She h i s se d t he  name, and , wit h hur ri ed s teps, a nd a low, scornful lau gh, departed.  As  Mis s Wi mpl e ,a llag h ast , leaned forwardwith quick 
b r ea th and tum u ltu ou s heart , and p eered through  the gloo m towardwh eret h e s ilver moon light la y acrosst he fu r th er en d o f thebr idg e, sh e sawa  wh ite d ress f la sh acr oss a  b right sp ace and disappear. Then  Phili p
Wit her s stepped  fo r thinto themoon light, sto odthe re fo r a minut e or tw o,a nd ga zedi n
Speak low,_or I_will leave you. If_you are_indifferent
for_yourself, you_shall_not toss me_to the geese_of Hendrik."

"You are right";--it_was a woman's_voice;_but, whatever her tone had
been before, she spoke so low now, and with a_voice_so hoarse_with
suppressed_emotion,_so altered by a sort_of choking whisper, that Miss
Wimple,_if she_had ever heard it before, could not recognize_it;--"You
are_right; the time_for that has not come;--I could not stay to_enjoy
it;--I am going now, but we_will meet again."

"What_would_you_have? I have said_I would marry you,--and leave
you,--so soon_as I can shake myself clear_of that other stupid
infatuation."

"Now, Philip Withers, what_a weak, pusillanimous wretch you must_be,
having known me so long,_and tried_my temper so well, to_hope to find
me_such a_fool, after all,--that_kind of fool, I mean! My_deepest
shame, in this_unutterably shameful hour, is that I_chose_such a
cowardly ass_to_besot_myself with.--There,_the subject sickens_me,_and
I am_going._Dare to follow me, and the_geese_of Hendrik shall have you.
I go scot-free,_fearing nothing, having nothing_to_lose; but I hold
you,_my exquisite Joseph Surface--oh, the_wit of my sister! oh, the
wisdom_of fools!--by_your fine_sentiments; and when I want you I shall
find you. I can_take care of me and _mine_;_but beware how you_dare to
claim_lot_or portion in_what_I choose_to call my own, even though your
brand_be on_it,--Joseph!"

She hissed the name, and, with_hurried steps, and a_low,_scornful
laugh, departed. As Miss Wimple, all_aghast, leaned forward with quick
breath and_tumultuous heart, and peered through_the_gloom_toward where
the silver moonlight lay_across the further end of the_bridge, she saw
a_white dress flash across a bright space_and_disappear. Then Philip
Withers stepped forth into_the_moonlight, stood there for a minute_or
two,_and_gazed in