I am perfectly disguised--voice, face, figure. When we part you
will be no wiser than you are now."
He ceased speaking. The carriage rattled on and on through the shining,
starlit night for endless hours, it seemed to Mollie.
Oh, where were they going, and what was to become of her? Was it a
frightful reality, or only a dream? Was she really the same girl who
this night was to have been the bride of a baronet? Was this the
nineteenth century and New York City, or a chapter out of some old
Venetian romance?
The carriage stopped at last; she heard the door open, she felt herself
lifted out; there was a rush of cold air for an instant, then they
entered a house; a door closed behind them, and she was being borne
upstairs and into a room.
"Now that we have arrived, Miss Mollie," said that strange voice, "we
will unbind you, and you really must overlook the hard necessity which
compelled so strong a course toward a lady. I give you fair warning that
it will be of no use straining your lungs screaming; for if you shrieked
for a month, no one would hear you through these padded walls.
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