“Oliver, what are you doing here?” That was Sylvia’s silken tones. “Since you’ve been avoiding me, this was the only way to speak with you.” Oliver’s voice was hard. Sylvia had been avoiding Oliver as well? “I’ve been terribly occupied lately,” she said. “I am sorry for it. Perhaps next week, we might—” “I think we can speak plainly,” Oliver said. “You haven’t been busy. You’ve been afraid.” “Afraid?” She laughed nervously. “Afraid of what?” “Of Society,” he responded. “Of doing what’s right.” Sylvia said nothing, and I could only imagine her face. Oliver rarely spoke like this, so severely,
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