Alpha Book

I shouldn't wonder if my captor were
he, or else Doctor Oleander. Oh, why--why--why can't I recognize that
voice?"
That day wore on, long, drearily, endlessly, it seemed to poor Mollie.
Its dull course was broken, as usual, by Sarah fetching the daily meals;
and it ended, and night came, and still Mollie had not spoken.
Another day dawned, and its dawning brought the climax. She had passed a
sleepless night, and awoke feverish, unrefreshed, and utterly desperate.
"If it was death instead of marriage I had to undergo," said Mollie to
herself, "I should prefer it to this slow torture. It's horrid to yield,
but it's a great deal more horrid to hold out. I'll yield."
Accordingly, when Sarah came up with the morning meal, Miss Dane
promptly addressed her:
"Sarah, is your master in the house?"
"Not at present, miss."
"Do you expect him?"
"Oh, yes, miss! He comes every day."
"Is he coming up here no more until I send for him?"
"I think not, miss. He is a great deal too polite to force himself upon
a lady."
A glance of withering scorn from Mollie.


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