I think I did mean to marry him.

I had never cared for anybody, and I thought it might be there really WASN'T anything more than a kind of excited fondness.

I can't be sure, but I think that though I did mean to marry him I never should have done it, because that sort of a marriage is--it's sacrilege--something would have stopped me.

Something did stop me; it was your sister-in-law, Sibyl.

She meant no harm--but she was horrible, and she put what I was doing into such horrible words--and they were the truth--oh! I SAW myself! She was proposing a miserable compact with me--and I couldn't breathe the air of the same room with her, though I'd so cheapened myself she had a right to assume that I WOULD.