The letter
purported to come from a woman who knew me before I knew myself. It told
me she was dying, and had important revelations to make to me--implored
me to hasten at once if I would see her alive. I believed the letter,
and went with Sarah. That letter, Sir Roger, was a forgery and a trap."
"Into which you fell?"
"Into which I fell headlong. The greatest ninny alive could not have
been snared more easily."
"You have no idea who perpetrated this atrocity?"
"No," said Mollie, "no idea. I wish I had! If I wouldn't make him sup
sorrow in spoonfuls, my name's not Mollie! There, Sir Roger, that will
do. You've heard all I've got to tell, and the better way will be to ask
no more questions. If you think I am not sufficiently explicit--if you
think I keep anything back that you have a right to know--why, there is
only one course left. You can take it, and welcome. I release you from
all ties to me. I shall think you perfectly justified, and we will
continue the best possible friends." She said it firmly, with an eye
that flashed and a cheek that burned.
Pages:
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154