Wilfrid and Gambier threw over half-a-dozen chairs, forms, and tables, to make a barrier for the protection of the women.
"Come," Wilfrid said to Emilia, "leave the harp, I will get you another.
Come." "No, no," she cried in her nervous fright.
"For God's sake, come!" he reiterated, she, stamping her foot, as to emphasize "No! no! no!" "But I will buy you another harp;" he made audible to her through the hubbub.
"This one!" she gasped with her hand on it.

"What will he think if he finds that I forsook it ?" Wilfrid knew her to allude to the unknown person who had given it to her.
"There--there," said he.

"I sent it, and I can get you another.

So, come.

Be good, and come." "It was you!" Emilia looked at him.