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Walraven, gorgeous in amber moir?, sidled up to her cousin, and
hissed venomously in his ear:
"So the vicious Guy Oleander has lost his little game, after all!
Blue-eyed Mollie is destined to be 'My Lady,' in spite of his teeth."
"'There is many a slip'--you know the proverb, Madame."
It was all he said; but his sinister smile, as he moved away, said a
great deal.
Hugh Ingelow, very pale, stood leaning against a marble column, all
wreathed with festal roses, not as white as his own handsome face.
"What are they plotting, I wonder?" he thought. "No good to her. They
hate her, as I ought to, but as I can't, poor, pitiful fool that I am!
But my time may come, too. I said I would not forget, and will not."
The bride-maids, a gay group of girls, came fluttering into the "maiden
bower" to see if the bride was ready.
"For the clergyman is down-stairs, and the guests are assembled, and Sir
Roger is waiting, and nothing is needed but the bride."
"A very essential need," responded Mollie. "I'm not going to hurry
myself; they can't get along without me.


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