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Day-time and night-time
would be the same here.
"Well," said Mollie to herself, drawing a long breath, "if this does not
cap the globe! Am I really Mollie Dane, and is this New York City, or am
I playing private theatricals, and gone back to the Dark Ages? Who, in
the wide world, is that mysterious man? And, oh! what will they say at
home this dreadful night?"
She removed her cumbersome mantle and threw it upon the bed, looking
ruefully about her.
"I wonder how long I am to be kept here? Of course, I'll never yield;
but it's going to be frightful, if I am to be imprisoned for weeks and
weeks. I won't ring for that deceitful Sarah Grant, and I'll never give
in, if they keep me until the day of judgment."
She began pacing up and down the room. Death-like stillness reigned.
Hours passed. Weary with the long drive, she threw herself upon the bed
at last, and fell fast asleep.
A noise near awoke her after a prolonged slumber. She looked up; the gas
still burned, but she was no longer alone. Sarah stood by the table,
arranging a tempting breakfast.


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