I didn't. I came to find you."
"You have something to tell me," said Sybil earnestly.
"Something has happened to my father. Do not break it to me;
tell me at once," and she advanced and laid her hand upon his
arm.
Morley trembled; and then in a hurried and agitated voice,
said, "No, no, no; nothing has happened. Much may happen, but
nothing has happened. And we may prevent it."
"We! Tell me what may happen; tell me what to do."
"Your father," said Morley, slowly, rising from his seat and
pacing the room, and speaking in a low calm voice, "Your
father--and my friend--is in this position Sybil: he is
conspiring against the State."
"Yes, yes," said Sybil very pale, speaking almost in a whisper
and with her gaze fixed intently on her companion. "Tell me
all."
"I will. He is conspiring, I say, against the State. Tonight
they meet in secret to give the last finish to their plans;
and tonight they will be arrested."
"O God!" said Sybil clasping her hands. "He told me truth."
"Who told you truth?" said Morley, springing to her side, in a
hoarse voice and with an eye of fire.
"A friend," said Sybil, dropping her arms and bending her head
in woe; "a kind good friend.
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