It's the show-down. We either come out on top or we blow up.
It's one thing or the other. And if I take a few days' holiday just now
you had better start looking about for the best place to sell your
jewellery.'
"Those were his very words," she said tearfully. "I remember them all.
It was so unlike his usual way of talking."
Ruth acknowledged that it was. More than ever she felt that she did not
know the complete Bailey.
"He was probably exaggerating," she said for the sake of saying
something.
Sybil was silent for a moment.
"It isn't that that's worrying me," she went on then. "Somehow I don't
seem to care at all whether we come out right or not, so long as he
gets well. Last night, when I thought he was going to die, I made up my
mind that I couldn't go on living without him. I wouldn't have,
either."
This time the shock of surprise which came to Ruth was greater by a
hundred-fold than the first had been. She gave a quick glance at Sybil.
Her small face was hard, and the little white teeth gleamed between her
drawn lips. It was the face, for one brief instant, of a fanatic. The
sight of it affected Ruth extraordinarily. It was as if she had seen a
naked soul where she had never imagined a soul to be.
She had weighed Sybil in the same calm, complacent almost patronizing
fashion in which she had weighed Bailey, Kirk, everybody.
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