Go away! You detestable spider, you! I'll die right here, but I will not go with you." But the smirking Humphreys moved toward her, speaking soothingly, and assuring her that there was some mistake.

Julia dashed past him into the parlor and laid hold of her father's arm.
"Father, protect me from that--that--spider! I hate him!" Mr.Anderson stood irresolute a moment and looked appealingly to his wife for a signal.

She solved the difficulty herself.

On the whole she had concluded not to die of heart-disease until she saw Julia married to suit her taste, and having found a hill she could not go through, she went round.

Seizing Julia's arm with more of energy than affection, she walked off with her, or rather walked her off, in a sulky silence, while Mr.Anderson kept Humphreys company.
I thought best to keep August standing in the door of Julia's room all this time while I explained these things to you, so that you might understand what follows.