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It will be spring then; and we can start at once for
Wales. I long to show my fairy bride old Trajenna Castle."
"We shall miss her very much:" and Carl Walraven sighed in good earnest
as he said it. "She has been the sunlight of our home. My poor old
mother will almost break her heart: but it is for Mollie's good, and
all selfish considerations must give way. You are aware, Sir Roger, she
has no dower?"
"She needs none," Sir Roger said, proudly. "My fortune is princely; her
settlements shall be as ample as though she were heiress to millions. I
believe there is nothing more, Mr. Walraven, and so let us rejoin the
ladies."
The news spread like wildfire--the avenue was electrified. Mollie
Dane--little, coquettish Mollie Dane--sprung from nobody knew where, to
carry off the great Welsh baronet, in spite of them all. The man must be
in his dotage!
Mr. Walraven's antecedents were mysterious enough, in all conscience;
but the antecedents of this wild ward of his were ten times more so.
But, in spite of all, the engagement was an accomplished fact.


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